Destiny sits before you

A flipping coin of choices

We keep moving forward

But our memories won’t let us forget

And as things crumble all around

You wonder just how things got so bad

And you feel deep inside

Your heart

It’s always your fault

It’s always your fault

And I roll my head back

Eyes flickering to the dark sky

My wishing star streaks by, bright and iridescent

But I’m too late

The dice fall on the glass table

A drip of blood falls from a razorblade

My throat clenches and I sob

Feeling a wave of nausea overtake me

I was too late.