The Best Times Have Passed

As I awake for the day Closer to death than life Forever chasing searching for youth that has long gone away Much time has passed and my candle flickers more Holding onto the last bit of flame Fighting off the inevitable darkness My passion is immortal and is here to stay As memories fade and my mind decays The body feels more pain I hold onto my accomplishments and failures My life will never be in vain As I hold back tears and anxiety From mindless domestic trauma and wasted time I am suddenly overwhelmed with elation Through my craft I gained a piece of immortality My bloodline will continue With a spirit of wax and a body of wane From the peak of life to dust in the wind I remain a constant beyond life changing many forms Not alive but will never cease to exist The physical body rots and perpetuates life There was never enough time Now the best times have gone The best years have passed Into the void with nothing but my remaining passions I am the dust in the wind singular echo in time

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025