Passing time

The time has past

as my life and soul
broke into a shard

but why do i still live?

i died long ago

alone and in pain

with tears falling down from my eyes

feeding upon the fear
of all that exists

always feeling hate

while the cold i feel inside consumes my sorrow

making it more difficult to take away

but yet

the time i see before me

is moving slowly

while bringing me with it

so i ask myself in confusion

am i dead?

or am i alive?

no can answer it

so for now

i shall go on with this life

until i find the truth

of my own demise......