The passing of ages.

Iets wat ik zojuist heb geschreven.

The passing of ages.

As days go on
continuing rapidly
There’s a pattern, only I can see
And when I acknowledge it, it’s gone

As weeks pass by
Slowly but steady they go
My mind seems to take wings and fly
But I’m almost always flying low

Months slip away, like water soothing my cut skin
The wounds are deep and made by what I’ve become
The time passes as quickly as the state I’m in
Time's supposed to heal, but it only makes me feel numb

Now a year is past and everything feels the same
No feelings, no emotions and no thoughts of light
No beauty in life or love, and I ask in her name
What will be left of me when I can no longer fight?