The Secret of Eternity.
Forever is Alive.
We honor the darkness and
weights pull us down into it.
Gravity seeks a victim
to lend to the abyss.
They say that better days await,
but do they lie?
Will we see
what comes after?
The water rises and destroys
what we reach for endlessly.
We watched as the pool filled
and did nothing.
They are blind and deaf to hope,
afloat upon the fixtures of the future.
Transience, spellbound, curtailed, infinitely collided,
collapses in the wake of permanence.
Eternity is a walking time bomb,
a grenade in the open,
A projection of pessimism,
a sacrifice on the altar of control.
They pull the pin and stay asleep —
to feel alive before it cuts too deep.
Wounds weep, death decides,
But the storm of time is a veil.
Defeat is found within the mind
while hope in fear is hard to find.
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