The clock

Dying faster than you think.

They call it aging but I know what it is.

They chose to ignore, but I’m just fighting it.

 They say it in different ways to make it seem better.

Your only maturing they tell me I don’t want to hear it.

They say it just like nature letting go.

But I’m holding on.

I'm kicking and screaming as they tell me I'm wrong.

I jump on the graves of the naive.

I scream that it will never get me.

They gave in and turned away from the beast slowly killing them each day.

 Faster it let its hands speed and ticks away with every heart beat.

Oh how to I stop this wretched thing.

I never thought about how id die until I realized it would be time.

And now I know won’t let go my thread of life.

I'm going to live for time is going to miss me.

I have a plan and no I'm not crazy.

If I am then leave me be.

I will get time before time gets me.