The constant ticking,
Seems to feed off the same pace as my heart.
Nevermore as my heart stops, time will go on.
Walk the halls, ending in doom.

Reciprocations,
Consequences, ultimate.
I've done my time here,
Now it's time to pay my last due.

Still ticking away my time,
In seconds and minutes.
It keeps going,
No chance at pause.

But will time seem slower?
Will it cease when I do?
Will it keep on speeding,
Or slow down in my absence?

That ticking,
What have I done to hear it?
Will my hourglass turn back over,
Or will it stay on that table?

The time has come,
I can't hear the ticking.
The walk seems longer now,
My life has become this hallway.

Time has slowed to a stop,
The ticking is no more.
But in my omittance,
Father time shall return again.