Death Clock

Alarming clock

ticking on wall,

thinking of ways

to kill us all,

sharpening hands

and honing minutes.

Every second counts

as it lays its plan,

circling around

to entrap your soul.

Just when you think

you’re safe

to come out of

your chair,

scrambling

to safe haven,

hands reach out

around your neck.

Tick tock -

you’re dead!

Moments of time

have absconded,

screams fade,

as clock

tick tocks.