Beneath My Skin

the sand trickled in the hourglass
each breath life seeps away

the hand moves, slowly and steadily
tick tock tick tock

the shadow on the dial shifts
the body weakens with each action

the sun rays shine, the moon light beams
the pace remains constant, or so it seems
where in this paradigm of time
willl there be a sign
to put everything in light
clearing darkness from the night