Merciless time

The time has devoured what has been left of my illusions,
and this so deperating waiting has deprived me of any light, of any sign.
Flying torments flapping all around,
laughing and sneering at what has been left of me.
Dacaying years have passed, offering nothing but bunches of corrupted dreams,
and withered illusions, and yet my heart hoped, despite the awful plague that invaded all that I was expecting for, all that I was living for.
Time never changed, and all remained the same.
Sadness incrusted in my eyes, and torrents of tears flooding my soul.
Time will not give its bless to me, it will not bring her to the door of my life.
This long waiting is a neverending one, and there is not much left of me.
This long waiting has provided the voltures of solitude and grief to fly over my head,
and eventually consume my remains.
Time and years will not give up, and will not spare me,
all eventually will be consumed and left behind,
all flowers will wither,
and the little love that ever existed will be mrecilessly punished for not growing old and for being behind decaying years,
for having sprinkled illussions with tears of sadness and blood.
Time will devour, will not spare and will not change

RQ
Moscow
15/3/10