With every day the future fades,
Eventually it disappears,
The splitting crossroads of life's ways,
Now all lead through my deepest fears,

One day I thought I had it all,
The world looked like a food buffet,
And with whatever I could roll,
And there was always the next day,

Now fingers on my hands can count,
The moments I have here to spend,
Before I will be laying found,
no breath, still heart, and pronounced dead