The eerie darkness of the day haunts me, Hence I know hell is an eternal abyss, So I search my memories to find the key, To begin new wonders with no remiss.
The gleaming stars bedeck the sky, So I gaze at the patterns to find my future; Itβs riddled with misery and the day I die, Thus I surrender to a reckless adventure,
My heart lays latent as the echo blows away, And the warblers dance in their chaotic throng, Hence my heart wanders in a stormy fey, The babel of discord ails my song; I'm lost in the wilds with a broken compass, As a zephyr blows my name into the rumpus.
We often look at the constellations to see our futures. My future has an absence of life and existence.