[p]Time is of the essence

The pendulum plunges purging precious time
Never knowing if the loud ticking is the beat of your own heart
The tartly taste of patience grows dim
Always awaiting an aftermath for when the timer hits zero
What will wait on the other side of the middle hand?
The cold sweat drips and dries from your nose
Don’t despair death for as long as time remains
There is hope for anyone

Very nice, Joel, although as I stated in your LJ, I misread the second line as:

"Never knowing if the loud tickling is the beat of your own heart."

Descriptive and interesting metaphors. ^^

very good, i especially like your repeatedness of the same first letter in the same line, such as: "The pendulum plunges purging precious time"

keep up the work!