I lie... mute, trussed, and tied
The light and darkness kneads
Refuse to sacrifice my pride
With any shallow pleas

Months spinning past like days
While days are minutes thrown
Minutes wane out in haze
Seconds melt upon their own

Scream catches in my throat
A gulp, a gasp, a wheeze
Escaping me, not a note
I writhe in the unease

Wince, recoil, bend, and fret
Sanity lost in the reprise
Cannot be my time, not yet
Inevitable demise

Dreadful, looking deep within
Fragile shell without a soul
Mourn the life yet to begin
Sorrow swallows me whole

On the wall... ticking, tocking
Clock emanates a chime
The pendulum keeps mocking
And I am out of time