time was never a friend to the body

wasting

time

again

there it is

another second

wasted

dropping into the depths

of the

void

falling, falling

ever so slowly

ticking and fading

my soul searches

for a brand new clock

where it no longer

passes me by

where everything stops

at the right moment

the right light beaming

across my eyes

the sunset

broken in the sky

watching all of us

in all its glory

end

lessly

yet

eve

ry

thing

passes.

where... am I going?

nowhere.

where... am I going?

nowhere.

only spinning

against the passage of time

dead skin cells

decomposing

feeding dusts and bugs

listening to the wind

as my corpse

sprawl on the wooden floor.

the river continuing

to course through.