I drift in the deep with a dreamer's descent—where distant stars dissolve
Each exhale an ethereal tether to a cosmos that crumbles and crawls
The void pulls—a silent song—as I slip from time’s tender embrace
Into a chasm where light wraps—withers—and vanishes—veiled in space
I spiral—slow and subtle—toward the singularity's snare
Its hunger so heavy it hides both heaven and hope
A wound in the weave of the world—a whisper of woe
Where every moment melts—and time’s tick is a tremor too small to show
The event horizon hovers—a hushed, haunting halo
A threshold that twists and turns—truth turned to sorrow
I feel the fevered pull—the force that gnaws at my soul’s time,
A siren’s serenade—swaying with sorrow—promising nothing but rue
Around me—shattered sparks scattered to the sky
Their light stretched and spun like a secret—forgotten sigh
As I sink into the silence—gravity grows into a grim lullaby
Every ounce of existence trembling—tethered—and tight in its tie
The black hole yawns—a hungry hymn of infinity’s plea
My mind folds and falters—a fractured fantasy
Reality writhes like taut thread-torn and turned by the tide
And I am drawn—helpless—to the darkness where I’ll forever reside
In this infinite in-between—there is no return
The journey ends where it begins—where all things burn
And as I fall—a fading fragment—into the fathomless fall
I hear only my own echo—in the endless emptiness call
Each exhale an ethereal tether to a cosmos that crumbles and crawls
The void pulls—a silent song—as I slip from time’s tender embrace
Into a chasm where light wraps—withers—and vanishes—veiled in space
I spiral—slow and subtle—toward the singularity's snare
Its hunger so heavy it hides both heaven and hope
A wound in the weave of the world—a whisper of woe
Where every moment melts—and time’s tick is a tremor too small to show
The event horizon hovers—a hushed, haunting halo
A threshold that twists and turns—truth turned to sorrow
I feel the fevered pull—the force that gnaws at my soul’s time,
A siren’s serenade—swaying with sorrow—promising nothing but rue
Around me—shattered sparks scattered to the sky
Their light stretched and spun like a secret—forgotten sigh
As I sink into the silence—gravity grows into a grim lullaby
Every ounce of existence trembling—tethered—and tight in its tie
The black hole yawns—a hungry hymn of infinity’s plea
My mind folds and falters—a fractured fantasy
Reality writhes like taut thread-torn and turned by the tide
And I am drawn—helpless—to the darkness where I’ll forever reside
In this infinite in-between—there is no return
The journey ends where it begins—where all things burn
And as I fall—a fading fragment—into the fathomless fall
I hear only my own echo—in the endless emptiness call