At the Age of Decay

	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