Count, Less Countdowns.

As we grow more and more
we start to realize there is a limit
As we show no remorse  
Days become hours and hours become minutes
Minutes become moments forced
Forced into memories succumbed by visions
Flashes of comets on due course
Coursing through our veins the incisions
Of lives we loved and hated...
 
We count up the day's we spend together
Loving every moment and smile
We count down the days we spend tethered
Fucking everyone around on trials
We judge everything around us forever
Seems like we walk millions of miles
Saying, Him, Her, It, Bitch, Dumbass, whenever
Never realizing we are hurting the vile
 
Because we are all destructive and elusive memories
But memories none the less
People who want to be a part of a memorable gallery
Galleries of the one's best
Best of your life who wont be forgotten in some category
Some random them, us, or guess.
 
I'm guessing one day things will make more sense
And as for me,
The months to weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds
Keeps me second guessing
Will this action keep me from counting on the countless
I will keep just guessing,
Guessing...no..I wont count more....I'll count less
Please keep me guessing...
I don't wish to exist anymore, and that I know best....