I am shouting this out, to the bottomless sea;

Days are passing quick, but time is moving slow. 

I crave to kill time so much, 

I'm afraid I'll be a ferocious murderer.

 But each time the calendar sees me; 

I get so fearful that it ices my innards.

I have endless unchecked boxes on the checklist, 

but I want to tick none of it.

I yearn to get hold of the second-hand,

 but all I grab is air.