With days passing I watch as you both smile the emptiness right out from me
Yet it seems the minimalist amount of space held void.. so far, is too vast, we can all agree. Passing time in persistent flux, a flowing tide in substance states misery a vital idea. Though I find solitude for interval periods, my body weeps in it\'s state of anemia. The energy that fills these words orchestrates a symphony with melodies of confusion, doubt, anger, shame, and despair. A tune for the somber, I waste away conducting a loop that leaves me ending and beginning bare. However great the desire of simply wasting away lone, their words drift in every dreary corner I lay. Blinding can be the comfort in subconsciousness, consciousness laid to rest they all floated away. I wonder.. time is fleeting and all will waste away, does that speak for me? I wonder.. yes, time is wasting away and all is fleeting. Tick with my steps, chime with my heart, I surrender to the clock that\'s counting down my days. Lead me to the end that awaits me in the trance of the swinging pendulum.