Graymark's Scribble

I am, indeed, love the stars  too fondly to be fearful of the night But the starry night is not immortal Dark clouds, raging storm would not hesitate to pay a great visit The wind blown might be too cold  Its chill crawling down my spine Seeping through the layer of my blankets Sent me shivering on my thin matress Tell me, star, do I have no reason to be afraid of the Lord of the darkness? 

The clock is ticking away to the end Its two hands moving forward to my finish line Time flies as I'm paralyzed The moment passing by More than I can hold on to There's no way to turn back Vicious allies won't hesitate to kill me twice Strangers steps ahead might be friend or foe Comrades stays for brief moment I hold on to my calls I could either live or suffer in this war The war between myself against time only goes one way