iShookHandsWithDeath

I can hear the tick of the clock up on the wall waiting to die.
As days, weeks, months go by without even the least of
touch from what keeps me alive.
I'm like a ghost waiting to
leave my worries behind without anyone hearing my
screams or feeling my endeavour. As every pounding tick
lashes my back I feel a little less and question a little more.
Until those moments that keeps my spirit alive. Those
Moments that wakes my spirit to life.