Antique clock hung on the wall

Antique clock hung on the wall,

tick tick tick,

it rung so slower.

Grass turned into hay,

stars in sky covered by high lights,

people as always wished for little more time.

My hair isnt silvery yet after decades,

and the flesh of mine smell fresh as ever again,

the toothless baby of mine turned rotten tooth,

and i never aged in heart of mine.

At every 12 i wished for time to run faster,

so i could be antique dated out of time,

and an etheral fossil beneath sea,

the iron chair didn't rust,

and the wood hut survived storms.

The keen eyes looked into future,

i am broken peices in a coffin,

chiseled fossils and brushes rose my insecurities,

rotten smell i wanna puke,

sand covered skull and lost fingers.

the beauty of mine i adored is no more,

and loneliness beneath centuries cant be said.

I don't wanna be antique anymore,

wishes were among one now,

and the time ran faster unknown,

i grew too closer to death.