Walking With Time

I am dying without a soul The devil knows not my name There is life I do not know To only become what I once became There is pain I know so well As time flows without minutes ticking by Unspoken truth I only but held Spoken perhaps before minutes I shall die Life departs for what I couldn’t see Death survives and remains to be An afterlife is a mystery to be free Perhaps I’m surviving in a dying me Do you not know who I am? Do you want to know? Do you have a life without a plan? Do you want a death to withhold? Broken and mended for life to amend Choices changing and forever changed Walking with time, hours to blend Dying to simply survive once again