The sun

I sit in disbelief of what I've become....
I drink a toast to the evil, setting sun...
I am nothing but treading on being done...
I've run out of clichés, yet I've only begun...
What has happened can never be undone...
No worries, I can't find my gun...
I can't remember my dreams, not even one....
I snear at my nemesis, the sinister sun...