The strongest of stone erodes with time,
So it shall be with my body, will, and mind.
To feel life so deeply, a blessing? A curse.
Joy is just granted to be defiled and dispersed.
I knew this was coming, it was already planned,
But I tilted the hourglass, and counted the sand.
First, tears fell heavy, like a flood from the sky,
Now I’m so empty, that there’s none left to cry.
No time to rest, no chance at reprieve,
I don’t want to stay, but I’m too tired to leave.
So I drink in this room, silent to your ears,
But inside my head I have been screaming for years.
Promise and hope are what keep us alive,
But they breed disappointment, so either way we die.