Death

I cry.
From head to toe, it's cold.
My eys, open yet almost close.
I cling.
I try but this so cruel.
Time I need yet no need of me.
Come
Peel, feel, and heal
the time that seals
what fun/pleasure to some.
Space no need of time
time in need of space.
What there to face?
But the common human race.
Trace, yes, trace
back to time.
The green, the yellow, the lime,
these now disappear.
What is there now comes fear
anger, sadness, guilt, tear
the times to collapse comes near.
Far away we see
the darkness the moon stands
the brightness the sun counteracts
what else is left?
Death.