The bells are ringing in the distance,
A tolling tally of time,
The fear creeps ever near
That soon we’ll be out of time.
The trees haven’t yet grown
Their new leaves, only a few
Buds have begun to appear…
Time still passes, Spring is
Nearly gone but was it really here?
Time is starting to stretch
It’s ink and mark in onto my skin,
It seems in places it’s wearing
A little thin.
Still the bells are tolling,
And time is drawing in. Fear
Is rolling in, death ever approaching
As the sound screams of what once was.