My fate lies in my own hands
My days are numbered not by the relentless pounding
Not by withering away
Not by any accident

They will stop like the ticking of a crimson clock when you yank away the chord and wrap it around your throat
Numbered by my crooked calendar
Stop when i lose it all
My faith falls out of my body to the floor beneath my dangling feet
My soul descends
They end when I stop caring about who'll miss me...