/lit/ - Literature

I age not a day as my life slips away
Time is gone and so am I, nothing can remind me why.
Crawling on blind, hearing their footsteps behind.
Demon souls, past fears that haunt me for all these years.
Then years become days and I'm too dry for tears.
Overwhelmed in the shadow of the tower of my failures,
unable to stand in it's presence.
Every second crushing me with guilt and sadness. I cry out,
"Please, I'll go back;
I'll go back, I'll say I'm sorry and I'll do it all again."