Rush

heart race, chest ache though i’m sitting still and i feel i am running out of time the clock keeps ticking down to doomsday i watch its hands, transfixed in the moment, my attempts to turn them back only result in phantom pains. i will time to cease but my delirious words only eat through precious minutes, thoughts dining on seconds that could’ve been spent on a finalization my heart, my mind leap towards the unknown but my body, my tired core only wish for rest. the end is there, in the gears and cogs of fate, it’s just not the end i think it is.