Fading like a lover's dying passion.
Fading like a child's respect for innocence.
Fading like a soldiers hope for survival.
Fading like the life in the eyes of an old man.
Fading like the lust at dawn.
Fading like the pain of loss.
Out of control.
Out of my mind.
Out of patience.
Out of time.
Spiraling, dwindling, spinning, falling, falling past the point of no return.
Where did I go wrong?
Where do I go now?
What is left for this empty shell?
What is left of this ghost blows, blows
down, down, down,
to the furthest reaches of outerspace.
Out of time.
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