Maybe somewhere this time, many of the spirits gently lying in the scented grass are counting the numberless darkened stars. (漫着芬芳的草地 -> grass full of fragrance, scented grass; scent of the grass -> 草地的味道)("lying gently" sounds better to me, but both are right)

But what's before me is only an opened tome with no words, waiting for my troubled mind to ink up with his blood. (tome sounds more old and sacred, maybe it's a little more like 天书？)(are you writing in his blood, or are there no words [yet] in his blood? fill up is correct, of course, but ink up means the same here and makes the idea of using blood for ink clearer)

The only sound is the clock on the wall hammering the heavy steps of walking time. (Only can hear needs a subject) (cracking makes me think it's breaking) ("the walking time" is okay, but I like it without "the," we know the time you are writing about anyway... in fact, it might look even better as "the heavy footsteps of time")

This was a Chinese poem I wrote last week.