the hands of time turn
and with every second
my mind grows weary
of your presence
it is haunted by images of you
once you were a beacon
a symbol of the happiness
my heart would seek
my eyes would be lost
in your light
now the darkness
that surrounds you
is consuming the hope
i had in you placed
your eyes became whirlpools
dragging all joy
into a pit of despear
and with every passing second
i call my home there
my loses
every beautiful memory we’ve made
the happiness i placed in you
i watch it now fade
with the passage of time