The resounding ticks of doom

I hear it ticking,
the quiet ticking of my clock.

Ever so slowly, it draws me closer to my doom.
Ever so gently, it plunges me deeper into this gloom.

I hear it ticking,
the terrible ticking of my watch,

even when asleep,
it ticks away horribly,
like a thorny vine slowly entangling you,
suffocating you to death.

i hear it ticking,
because it never stops.