TIC
Tic tic tic tic tic tic
Its cold metal chills my hand, calming the fever.
Tic tic tic tic tic tic
Its chain clings to my pocket, a small comfort.
Tic tic tic tic tic tic
How could I have not seen this coming?
Tic tic tic tic tic tic
From youth I have watched these cold hands, so how could I have missed the time seeping away?
Tictictictictictic
And now is too late.
Tictictic-
Because you are already gone.