Slowly rotting

(By The Marked One, 100/020)
Another day has passed.
Time travels faster than light.
Life runs faster than a river.
Was it years, or was it a moment?
I no longer know the difference.
I no longer remember happiness.
All I can feel
is this accursed hollowness inside.
I am slowly rotting,
decaying from the outside.
I lost my heart.
I lost my mind.
I am hollow.
So alive, yet so dead.
When did this happen?
When did the river bend?
When did my temple collapse?
I no longer know.