Tic Toc, sounds the clock. When will it chime for you? Your time is numbered as is your breaths.

Pain has taken over where pleasure once lived, now pain is my new pleasure.

I wish the story of my life was not written in the sands of time to be covered and forgotten.

As hard as some of us push to cross the line from life to death, how many are trying to push the line from death to life.

As the blood is washed away, the chalk outline will remain. It is a reminder of where you took your last leap of faith and became immortal.

Stare deep into the shadows and what do you see, another ghost looking to be set free

As I peer into darkness, it looks back at me. We are old friends and share the same coldness inside.

As I walk through fire i feel no pain for life has made me numb to everything.

When death comes calling for you, will he use your first name like he will for me?

As I stand on the shore of the river Styx, looking into the foggy abyss. I await the ferryman to carry me from this world into the great unknown. But alas it is not my time to take this journey.