The world is nothing,
Nothing but a blur,
Ephemeral consciousness,
Surreal matrices,
Myriad idiosyncracies,
Omnipotent savants.
All is nothing.
Nothing is all.
Darkness encompasses,
Every thing that is,
Matter or energy.
Falling into the pit of despair,
From which there is no return,
To which there is no entrance.
A fiery pit opens,
Holding the cosmos still,
Holding it with its evil eyes,
Keeping it from stirring,
Freezing it in a second.
That one second,
Marking the end of all,
Hangs ominously,
As the world slides closer,
Closer to apotheosis.
The end screams like a banshee,
The Earth tears apart,
The accomplishments come down.
This is where I die.
This is where the end is known.
The end of all,
The death of life,
The life of death,
The reign of terror.
As the gods slide corrupted away.