"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.
It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does."         -New moon (Bella Swan)

He walks through his world as a dark soul.
Motionless to everything beyond his control.
Link of chains that drag behind him by each passing day.
A drifter to this earth, fallen off his path to become a stray.
Like a drifter in time, wishing to go to outer-space.
Dragging his broken heart he cannot fix nor replace.
Drifting to and from the shadows hiding, sunrise to sunset.
Never to regret the love he once had and will never forget.
To every provoked memory his mind forces him to reminisce.  
Is a reminder of the time he found beauty, peace and bliss.
Putting a dagger to his wound, revealing the pain that still exists.
Cannot protest, he grabs his chest, the burn of his agony he digest.