Too late

It's too late but it is time to face fate

My life has gone far down, it's safe to say that I have drowned. The frown upon my face is caused by so much. This town I live in has much brown, there isn't much green to show life. The scythe of the big man has taken away all my plans. In my hands I bare to what is left. I don't call theft but I do call that this might be a test. I wish I could fiddle with all these riddles. This test has the best out of me, I'm so tired of this test but it just can't be put to rest. I must confess that I am done with this tragic events. If I could bend back time to the moment that the scythe had found me I could be sane instead of slain. I'm forced to continue walking down this lane. This is very lame but in the end I am to blame.