Death Clock

The clock of death keeps on ticking

While all your problems keep on sticking

In the very end it is not so much left

Some memories, some things

And a feeling of being on the

Wrong side of history

This is forever my story

Being a loser at any time

Now it does not matter anymore

I will just look for the door

Afternoon

I am bleeding

Losing energy

All the time

Soon it will

All be over

Did not manage

To solve the riddle

Of being me

Pacified and blocked

No solution in sight

Only the sun is higher

Every day in the sky

It Also Passes

Courage might be a quality

But the true courage

Is not mine

I will let the time go

The end will be grim

But the memory passes away

Eventually

Our Own Grave

Man is mans own slave

Digging his own grave

Every day

Soon we will all be gone

No one left

To sing our songs

Bad times are coming

My friend

We will all die

Together in the end

Mass extinction

It will be

You just wait

And see