Dying Innocence

I look at myself in the mirror,
They say I haven't aged at all.
Yet I know in my heart,
I had aged from the start
of those things that had made me fall.

Depressed in the rain that had soaked me,
Brought wrinkles and years to my skin...
The darkness and pain
in this awful grey rain,
Sucked ten years of youth from within.

Great passion for things of this earth
Add decades of years from our birth.
It's like pining for sun
When the nights just begun
Or it's death for things that have no worth.