Dementia

I write the line,
You script the finish,
The faith long gone,
My spirit diminished.

I turn the page,
You close the book,
My soul flies by,
I've no care to look

I create a spark,
you light the fire,
I dwell in the past,
No heart for desire.

I begin the start,
You finish the end,
No truth to hide,
No time to lend,

I'm as easy as a book in hand, i'm the fingers which run through
sand,
Your the light thats passed me through, born to lose and now im losing
you.