March Of Death

The ticking of seconds,
A reminder
Of the never ending march.
Forward in the darkness
We forge our paths.

Fragile, our grasp on the now,
The moment slipping through fingers
Passing like fleeting shadows.
Time, the beat we must all follow
Left, right, left, right.

We march to our deaths
Lemmings,
Going through the motions.
Silent are our cries
Despair pushed aside,
This current carries us on
Drowning us as we step off the edge
Sweeping us away.

Tears never shed
Pain never felt
Lost we remain.

The clock ticks faster
Pushing us on,
Leaving the past behind.
The tide heads out
Stranding hopeless memories,
Abandoned, these empty husks.

We move on
This march to our death
Onwards,
Until the last breath.

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