Time spits me out,
blind to my pain,
marching on relentlessly
while I rot here.
I watch everyone grow,
change, wither,
and I am a living corpse,
chained to yesterday.
The future laughs,
distant, cruel,
knowing I will never
be able to reach it.
I’m left here,
empty, cold,
watching everything flee
and abandon me to the shadows.
Why, time,
did you condemn me?
Why did hope
betray me?
Why did love
let me die alone?
Tell me:
will I ever be worthy
of anything more
than this slow death?
