The ticking of the clock,
the chimes ring in my ears.
This key has no lock.
But it opens my biggest fear.

I can't stand time.
It seems so un-natural.
It reminds me of a lime,
And its a fact those grow.

Time doesn't grow,
nor does it shrink.
It is like a crow,
except that it can think.

My biggest fear isnt time,
but what happens at the end of it.
Will my death be sublime,
or evermore distant?