The passing hours of life

numb the pain of the pounding fists of consequence swelling on my skin

the festering wounds of desire I have yet to obtain

makes it hard to see the truth yet still I strain

the faint promise of a future and thins

I never had lies fed where I was still pondering

the youth stolen from me and now i relize all i could have had

and now you tell me all i could have had

and now you give me all i could have had

but i dont want it anymore

I don't want it anymore

I don't need it anymore

No more hope just closed doors

and as we walk into oblivion

every step is a reminder of passing hours

of passing days

of passing lives

of passing away