Each second, you can’t get back.
Your life getting more slack.
Time seems to speed up.
It’s like your cup
appears halfway dry.
You’re so down, you don’t even want to try
to fulfill your life.
You live in strife.
Slowly, sluggishly slipping away,
as you count off each day.
The deadly disease
brings you to your knees.
You plead for a little more time,
please, just a little more….
But you’re already at death’s door.