At the Age of Decay - Junius

In the end you know the life we live

Lays out on a grid

Point out peaks and curves

Down we spin

As I look upon my future self

I see a kind of hell

The parts I’ve tried to save

Are the ones I’ll sell

As I age I see a dying light

In all our hopes and sacrifice

With one last gasp and a late embrace

The breath it took is the breath I take

I fight

With open eyes

Forced on the sun

My life

Will take a while

To hollow

They take my eyes last

With every new strike

I forget my past