Untitled as of now.

The dust starts to settle in,
covering the shelves and the cluttered corners,
layered so thin that it can't be seen,
but only for a moment before you turn your head.
Suddenly surrounded by memories,
filling in the holes and the space within your mind,
but it's nothing to worry about,
there's still plenty of room left to walk around.
The clock slowly changes pace,
quickening its toll until the screws begin to loose,
the thunderous rhythm resonates,
and finally you realize, you can't escape.