Later, the coffee curdles, a toxic, icy dread,
As interest decays, and darkness devours, like a ravenous, undead thread.
The day disintegrates into an endless, abyssal night,
As people petrify, like statues of sorrow, forever lost in a living death's cold light.

Life is consumed, a ghastly, fatal sacrifice,
Regret metastasizes, a cancerous, screaming abyss,
For in the depths of "later", eldritch horrors writhe, and macabre shadows dance,
And the chance that slipped away, will forever torment your damned, eternal trance.