When they run towards the edge
Only the emptiness awaits
Desolate, crammed souls idly
For a miracle to happened
Succumbed to the inevitable idea
When the empty swallows them whole
Only God can provide
A second chance to live once again.
As they wait for non-existent fate
Nothing woke up, roamed the vast
The soul-illuminated dark space
Of the never-ending sleep.
Curiosity lead the courageous
And question Nothing
He was laughing, cackling
Like some lunatic
Who forgot it's medication.
Petulant for the disturbance
It slits the time and space
Called God and return to sleep.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
When they run towards the edge
Only the emptiness awaits
Desolate, crammed souls idly
For a miracle to happened
Succumbed to the inevitable idea
When the empty swallows them whole
Only God can provide
A second chance to live once again.
As they wait for non-existent fate
Nothing woke up, roamed the vast
The soul-illuminated dark space
Of the never-ending sleep.
Curiosity lead the courageous
And question Nothing
He was laughing, cackling
Like some lunatic
Who forgot it's medication.
Petulant for the disturbance
It slits the time and space
Called God and return to sleep.