Tick tock the sound of the clock,
As I'm smothered by the sands of time.
Tick tock the rhythm of the clock,
Mocking my decline.
Tick tock the beat of the clock,
History is now my home.
Tick tock the pulse of the clock,
Forgotten and alone.
Tick tock the song of the clock,
Counting my last few breaths.
Tick tock the weeping clock
As I succumb to death.
a/n *sobs* poor Gibert why do I right sad stuff? I need a tissue and a review pwease.