Its been ages, I did not lift a finger
Fingers now numb, complain of pain
I hold my hands in light and see the lines
I am old.
Where did the time go? It flew like the birds in the sky
A distant speck in the vast blue
The emptiness of my room, reflecting the hollowness of life
The pointlessness of it all.
Why stay alive when you know you are dying?
The lines are deepening, skin fading to wrinkles
Cutting edges where I can, smoothening it out
The more I untangle, the more it tangles me.
Its a loop, my edges are sharp
Cutting myself, cutting you out
Its life, ladies and gentlemen, for you, on a silver platter.