time

i died three days ago and it was a painful death.
i had died a couple of times before but never felt like it was nearly time.
unlike now, that i feel my physical mortality would soon follow.
there goes the turning point, but it didn't go in rounds the way it use to.
it had simply gone straight and closer to the end.
but don't doubt my laughter for it was always real.
never deny my love for it wasn't something i made or chose.
my life is the same as my death...
the feelings are all bound to happen.
it was what i refused to believe... it was fate.
time was what most people cherish and yet it is my curse.
it is the element that deprived me of whats and whos.
the core of everything i can't grasp.
time was and is my failure.