End time reflecting on regret
Empty space between birth and death
Mark meaningless increments of time
Staring at my hands, I count the lines
My earthly body breaking down
I mourn for the peace I never found
Lamentation for a long lost day
I close my eyes as I decay
The rot sets in
Under my skin
Through my veins, flesh and bone
I never found a home
Nowhere to be
The last of me
Now I waste away
With nothing left to say
I wish I could relive my life
I know I would live it right
This time
I never knew where to begin
I only found a place to end
I regret this life I never lived
These are the last words on my lips
