Time

They say life is like a tale
passing by day by day
with a living purpose
that seize to only exist once
that creates a purpose of oneself
to do the things
they've never done before
or yet to be
and so it passes on
day by day
as dawn breaks
till the moon goes high
when the sky was breach
with yellow crystals
and the earth swallow dews
as i walk down the ally of dark
shadows bestow upon me
head positioned low
slouch as i drag my body
knees shivered
foot ember by the friction
as my heavy heart burns
the pain slowly devours
thus I'm numb
feel no pain nor anger nor sorrow
willing as might i had sacrificed
everything i had threw myself for
now rejected over and over
i gave
and so i hope to recover
from these wounds i suffer
cuts and bruises upon my heart
fragile as glass i tried to mend
only time as my tool
only time as a friend
only time...