All but Gone All but illussion : Life

Within the wells of time. Life hurls it's best against you. Yet you survive and go on. Constantly searching for the future lost in years past. only to find them gone. But then again are they if burnt into my mind, also passing? A subject of time.

Now as age has desended as a cloud to cover my path with pain. Again, mental as well as physical. All but lost images as death knocks at my door. As time makes me the subject of life. Bound to be a whore. Getting all I can in fear of it to be tomorrow gone.

Originally Posted On Site: 2012-01-08 10:34:27
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