The exit sign
Glowing green and entering light
Out of the time
The revolver had stopped
Into the mind
He had to shoot
The clock
Dropping his hands
Walking through
The exit sign
No more second
Tocks
He takes off his watch
And stares into his thoughts
Thinking about whats next
When he walks through the door
Under the exit sign
He stands clenching the ****
Waiting to turn
He could end the time
If he could only find the nerve