Time flies; dragging,
Me down – your weightless soul.
So heavy on my shoulders.
The best years of our lives are gone.
Wasted!
**** love. **** life.
Will we end up like those?
Wasted to forget being wasted.
Used up talent, ambition
A long forgotten shadow in some darkened corner.
Pity.
Pity me? I shall pity you; your body is already old and yet your soul, still so young.
Shame upon you for speaking
Without any knowledge,
That you may be more intelligent than I?
Envy is a useless emotion.
That fear you have clinging from your neck, sprawled hands strangling you to death.
You won’t make it out alive! Let it go!
But you won’t, because somehow,
Without you ever realising, you lost the glow youth had put into your face.
You’re lonely.
It shows through all that foundation: the foundations cracked.