Out of Time
Summary: When the clock stops, that's just how it goes.
Somehow this ended up dark, not sure how that happened. I must be in one of my dark moods.
Tick, tock
Goes the clock
One arm stretched up
Pointing to the stars in the sky
One arm hanging down
Sinking into the warm water
Tick, tock
It's harder to hear
The clock
Wrapped in a cocoon
As you are
Tick, tock
Can you hear it?
The seconds of your life
Slipping away slower
And slower
"Tick, tock,"
He whispers
As you slip further
Under the surface
Swallowed by the water
By your own blood
As he stares down
And through the ripples
His lips move once more
Echoing in your ears
"You're out of time, Marlene."