• Death, but an audible whisper to the human ear
    A saboteur masked by the mystery of human nature
    Calls out to you and piques your curiosity
    And the result of succumbing to temptation
    is a limp corpse

    Regret knocks on your doorstop
    The threshold, a gateway to your mind
    Anxiety makes you hesitate
    The door now ajar
    As memories welcome themselves
    A forceful reminisce

    One heartpiece shy
    A family weeped and mourned
    And yet the resonance of tick-tock
    continues to echo