Time Is A Murderer

Time is murdering my youth

Falsehoods are becoming the truth

Thought that I had all the time

My body is aging but not my mind

Slipping slowly more away each day

The more time passes the more I want to stay

Death drum beating in the distance for me

I try and try to resist its mournful plea

Time makes it hard for me to withstand

But I do not want to take deaths' hand

I am slowly fading back into the dirt

What use to be a pain now does hurt

I cannot ignore it now I know the truth

Time is murdering my youth