Have you ever thought of sand of your life?
 When the routine, your fistful is hollow through the fingers
 Inexorably placing down every grain
 One more second has fallen to nowhere...
 
Have you ever felt your warmth like ice?
 When you warm life with the breath you draw
 Makes you accept the inexorable
 
And you know that having turned off this way
 You won't dare to take a look back
 Only distant image will stay for you
 The only waymark
 
The dim null curdles the fires of your veins
 Behind is the glow bleeding out of prostrated flesh