Winding Down To Nevermore

I woke to the sound of the ticking clock

Is it too late now to turn it all back?

The gaping wound I have laid bare

Is it too late for me to even care?

Winding down to Nevermore

I find myself asking my very core

If what's left of me is the emptiness

Then I am no more than an uncaring mess

An existence revolving around the void

A life with no meaning I tried to avoid

Welcome to the gates of my own hell

Where all of my demons remain and dwell