HEARTACHE SLOWS DOWN THE PASSING OF TIME

You don’t have to tell me that playtime is over
We’re are descending into something earnest
The vines are dying
Its roots absorb water no more
My feelings trampled underfoot
Kicked out the door

My intestines turned inside out
In silence I scream out loud
I detect a blot clot
I reach out but there’s nothing to find
Heartache slows down the passing of time

I look inward deprived of glory
Deprived from it then and now
Shards of unwanted stories

No matter what I told her
The salt of my tears make me go older
My car will crash against gate
The only way I’m able to enter
is when I degrade

Something from me feels sawn off
Hoping they saved it for future generations
I’m trapped in a shaft I may escape no more
Degradation