On Borrowed Time

On Borrowed Time This clay body doesn’t even belong to me Days are passing me by No point on chasing after the wind No one cares about your achievements No one passed by my grave in the pouring rain Empty dreams Empty plots are inviting My days are numbered Burial gates are on standby Darkness can wait ( A little longer) What is there to hold on to? Guilt carries through my veins Too many mistakes Eyes shows loneliness under the darkest shades Sometimes stars fall from the sky Breathe my last breath tonight