55 Death

A march to the end,

A march to the void,

The clock ticks faster,

Faster and faster,

The light grows brighter,

Its heat grows warmer,

It comes closer,

With every second,

Hotter,

And Hotter,

It Begins to Burn.

Written by: Gray

Written on: 2020-03-27

Inspired by: The Inevitability of Death