To Live Is To Be Under Times Jurisdiction

He sat glaring at the clock risking the urge to fight the only way that you can his mind whisked him away to an alternate existence without the persistence of the clocks tick tock for one is a slave to time with its rigid demeanor watching your life trickle away with every flick of its finger a constant formality reminding one of their mortality twisting a rope in his hand wanting time its self to disband he screamed as he tried to ignore how the walls closed in and the ticking roared he tightened the noose and stepped off the chair hoping time couldn't follow him there