Clack. Clack. Clack.
Coins are falling down
hitting the stone floor.
You watch them helplessly
because you have no other choice.

One. Two. Three.
A calm, emotionless voice
counts them down indifferently.
You're trying to cover your ears
but the sound is too loud to block it.

Weep. Sniff. Hiccup.
Heavy, salty tears
flow down through your face.
Mourning each and every piece
of metal that's thrown onto the floor.

Tick. Tock. Tick.
The clock is constantly
measuring the passing time.
Coins represent years you've wasted
and when they're gone, you'll have nothing.

The only thing waiting for you
at the end is death after all.