Phoesune

Did you every hear it. (He points his finger at his head)
The sound of the clock ticking down. (He closes his eyes)
The pounding of the heartbeats. (He taps his temple keeping time with the clock)
The pulse of your life running out. (His teeth gritted, he looks up and stares past you)
The weight of existence telling you it’s almost over. (He pulls his other hand down and grabs his shirt)
Have you ever felt the end walking up behind you like a stranger in the night. (He spins around)
The cold fear that you can not see it coming. (He begins to glance from side to side)
That no matter how fast you turn it is always coming. (He turns and twists his body)
And in the end you are left alone gripping your heart. (He flails at the empty air)
And it takes you away. (He falls to his knees. Blood begins to flow from between his fingers)
And…you (His lips part but no words come out. His eyes face the ceiling and he falls prone)
Are…no…more (His quivering body stops moving. His hand twitches once then rests)
(You hear a click in the back of your mind.)
A second later another click. (You stare at the clock as it begins to wind backwards)
There is still time. Not your time but time nonetheless. (You sit at the computer and begin to type.)
*In time the rhythm in your head matches the ticking in your brain.*
Yes perhaps enough time to get it all. To tell your story. To not wait until you are screaming your dying breath.
(Tick.)
(Tick.)
Perhaps…
(Tick.)
You can write enough.
(Tick.)
To stop time.
(Tick.)
To be immortal.
(Tick.)
To make these seconds worth something.
(Tick.)
Just a few more…
(Tock.)