Each second ticks-
Like a hammer on an anvil in an empty room
Eventually, the darkness suffocates
Each can of beer grows warm
In life's shaking hand

One day we'll peel
One day we'll break-
Away from the leather sofa
In search of greener pastures,
And even greener silken sheets

But that day is not today
As eyes grow bloodshot-
Like the crimson of autumn
Or the twilight of our dying youth