Matter of Time
It was a matter of time before I was aware of what was happening
But I would agree
I was oblivious to the obvious
Death was catching up to me
It was a state of denial
That the way I operated
Would ever be harmful
When everything else cooperated
I heard a clock faintly ticking
But it was just a sound
To me
I did not know it would turn into a pound
A pound that pulsed
And throbbed in my ear
Making me pause
And wonder if anyone else could hear
But no
Nobody else heard
I tried to speak
But I could not find the word
That would have saved me
Make me feel alive
But the game was lost
And I would not survive
And in that moment
It was all my fault
I could not look in the mirror
It felt like an assualt
That all this time
I had the chance
To stop the clock
But I stood in a trance
Conducted by Death
But it was really my mind
Wrapped in chains
A way out I could not find
I could not save myself
Death took control
It was only a matter of time
Before Death achieved its goal
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