The hands of time a guillotine
on my life, counting down my
limited existence, in seconds
counting down from birth to
that second my life ends.

As it comes down ending those
moments I called my life, time
never counts up it always counts
down on everything in life.

The clock ticks away, never waiting
it continues to move on, like a
guillotine the hands come shapely
down, then a last breath as time
ends my life.

The hands of time will come down
on all, from the smallest to the
largest things in life. Live what
little time you have, before the
guillotine comes to collect, when
there is only seconds left of this life.