Tick,
Tock.

The world goes round,

oblivious to sound.

We ride its spin,

until our sun goes down.

Tick,
Tock.

What have I done?
Rode the pillars of fun.

Spent my last dime,
should I turn back and run?

Tick,
Tock,

The scythe leaves its sheath.
What does fun equate?
It's the end of the world,

don't be late.

Tick.