Frozen, in this life, within blocks of time.
This life is deafening, the second hand ticks like canon blasts...
I had always assumed the worst will happen.
I should have hope perhaps,
But it's hard when those I care for are dying around me.
Time has stopped for them.
The survivors left standing wait their impending doom.
There's still time!
(No one hears me.)
There's still time!
(Silence.)
"What's the difference?" They say. "We've got only a minute left.."
(Go, go, go. I say to myself.)
I run into the hotchkiss gun fire and impending doom...
(I've only seconds. I can do this..)
I fall and hear the second hand.
I fall into unconsciousness, drifting into the unknown..
I tell her I love her, and not to worry..
whispering, "we are not bound by time.."
I pass out and the seconds bleed unto the floor...