Time slips through my fingers Fading into the horizon I grow older and more mature With each passing day But I am scared

Crisp autumn leaves Mold under a decaying corpse Droplets of rain Descend from swollen clouds Branches and twigs

I speak In monotonous tones Spoken only by those Who have lost all faith In life and it’s intricacies

Time wastes away As the retention overpowers Their will to survive Danger on every corner Building in intensity

My heart trembles With newfound pain I can’t seem to grip reality I am dying within Every time I let someone

Feeble attempts at happiness Shattered by the hammer Of misery that overpowers Those that surrender their hearts. For those who give up their hearts…