Divinity

The flow of time can't be stopped
In thicket of coincidences
I'm dying
My beauty is fading away
With every hit I vanish
Soon flowers will decorate
Decorate my monument
Of marble or lets say bronze
And flow of time can't be stopped
I became invisible
Invisible for hearts
I concentrate aversion
With every hit I vanish
In thicket of coincidences
I'm dying
I became despise for divinity