• Dying sense, dying hope.
    Broken twilight skies, broken gloaming shores.
    Shadows.
    Hollow reflections, hollow promises.
    Dying life, broken death.

    I can hear the echoes,
    Echoes of betrayal.
    I can hear betrayal.
    Betrayal of the echoes.

    The absence.
    The absence of nothing.
    What is nothing, if you can imagine it?
    Thing, or everything?
    Everything becomes nothing.

    I am here, I am there.
    Am I really anywhere?
    Any here, any there.
    Any death will suit me fine.

    Sanctum of wisdom.
    Wisdom hidden from age.
    Aging betrayals, echoes of age.
    It’s the end of ends,
    As we know it.

    The Gloaming morn,
    The Twilight dawn.
    It’s the end of ends,
    As we know it,
    In the absence.