[emeraldlonewoulf]

It is almost like I can hear some great clock ticking in the background, and hear a barritone chime count out the hour in solemn finality.

It seems as if it was written from the perspective of someone who realizes how deadly to the soul being ruled by time or a set schedule can be. It shows someone writhing against the constraints of time.

It also seems to show an awareness of time passing, and the inevitability of and end, and how swiftly it arrives.

It also seems to imply a malevolent power behind the passage of time that also prevents you from using it as you would wish.

It implies an anger against this malevolent force, in addition to an awareness of it.

In the end we all die, we all have less time than we think, and we should have an awareness of that in order to combat "life happens, and that's why I never did -" (fill in the blank) syndrome.