Nothing to nothing

I will never know the scent of flowers
The color of the sun's descent
Nor the worth of the passing hours;
To this nothingness there is no relent
 
I am the clouds adrift above
That flood the soil with tears
Never to experience the highs of love
Nor refuge from all my fears
 
Nothing to nothing-  
The children of the damned
What more then shall the days bring
Besides Time's defacing hand?