Into the Hour glass

I have holes in my heart and death to my name, As I look into the hour glass, I see misfortune and despair. Trouble foresees us all one time or another.
Pride and hate strikes the days that end and begin, with love that only passes us by. As we drowned in our sorrow, were blind by our mistakes, and we should be ashamed.
Into the hour glass, to see what we have become in this world, one must find their true self before seeking another lost soul out.