"Death´s Immortal" by Christina Lee

Death¡¯s Immortal

Silence reigns supreme in this reality

Clocks lay; their broken faces telling a lie

Their hands are mangled and feebly pointing

To their truth

¡­but for us, the dusty skeletons

That line the dirt-encrusted floor

There is no sense of destiny

There is no sense of hope

As the cold wind blows

And the times shift

What once was the past

Is now the present

But what the future will bring

Is frozen on the face of a broken instrument

Of human creation

Time stands still

Waiting for the lost souls

That grope their way blindly

Through the sands of time

Arriving to nothingness

Stillness-time is frozen

Silence-lips are sealed

Forgetfulness-a fragment of a time lost

Longing-the emotion that drives them to insanity

The lone reaper

Stands upon the cliff with his scythe

Overlooking all the creations

The good and the bad

Are nothing but earthly illusions

For life labels us with a brand

And we are all destined to lose

At least in his eyes

Tick¡­tick

The broken hands of the clock

Painfully crawls its broken limbs

Its pathetic attempt to crawl and its will to keep on going¡­

A slave to its relentless masters

¡­the bell tolls its final ring

¡­the book is snapped shut

¡­the candle has been extinguished

Leaving the agonizing tick of a clock to fade¡­