i am counting down,
every brief of seconds,
to my existance,
to where it will turn to none.
you wont hear me,
you wont miss me,
you wont notice,
but you will erase me,
for i shall turn into none.
thus the clocks they count,
each and every evolving seconds,
turning into hours and years,
ticking themselves an endless routine,
until they stop ticking,
it's then i will DISAPPEAR.
