Written by Adam M. Snow
I see the moments falling to the past;
falling, like sands from an hourglass.
Every memory, just a figment of our imagination;
our very existence, our foundation
gone in the blink of an eye.
As time is irrelevant, we die.
Lingering on and on in the depths of despair,
with time weighing on our shoulders,
our burden to bear.
Our future falls dark,
like sands from an hourglass, we fall.