setting sun

The sun is setting, and so is my life
I look out the window and see nothing but dark
I stare at my hands, looking at the deep scares in the middle of wrinkles
I'm old, older every second for ever being, never young once more

Wasted my one and only chance
thinking what I could have done if not no more
life is fading away and so is my book
the pages are old and so is my face

the ink running down the page as the blood on my wrist
to stop one day, along with my heart
the sun is set and the stars are shining bright
the blood is running and so is my beating heart

'not long' I whisper
The sun shines as my soul fades.