Permanent Scars, Temporary Life

It all fades to black,
Yet your eyes are open wide.
You want to take it all back,
But you're already on the other side.
It's too late, time has run out
Your heart races and your body trembles
In the beginning you had no doubt
As everything crumbles..
But now those dreaded second thoughts sneak up,
"What if that...", "What if this..."
You find yourself still grasping the cup,
After all, death is true bliss.
Trapped in a prison,
These scars are permanent,
But my life isn't.