As the seconds stride
Feel the end approaching
And the essences fade away
In a twilight of dark and light I am floating
Time suspended and has no say
This is my nadir, but only foreboding
Why, destruction is still to come
Turned what mattered dark, my voidness taunting
Crush and smother the rest of me
All be agony soon, and nothing good
All be pain; and I wish you the same
Let me speak of my reputation
Why can it never be what I am to see?
Only mere fragments of what I'm attaining
Of evil I cannot exempt myself
There is an abyss in me just as yawning
Rumbling loud
Haunting questions still tearing my soul asunder
Just as if what I ever learned has no more say
Insight seems to be going under
Trapped in weirdness and sickened feint
The waste of prowess in which we blunder
Narcissism in dying pain
But ain't it the end of the world for someone every day?
Was it all in vain
By extinction of the fire?
At least it's over
And the pain expires