Waiting for the abyss to consume me completely,
Until the end of the universe,
When time will no longer exist, and stars will fade into oblivion,
Wandering through silent darkness, unseen, unheard, until the very last day of existence.
Counting the infinite instants in the cold embrace of an eternal nothingness,
Forgetting dreams and desires lingering in the ethereal realm of chimaeras,
Hushed secrets echo in the void,
As I fall deeper into the abyss.
No light to guide a route through the labyrinth of fear and obliteration,
Only darkness and solitude are the loyal companions,
As the universe crumbles, fading away into obliviousness.
Memories dissolve like dust,
Ephemeral and fleeting, they vanish,
Ghosts in the cosmic abyss waiting for the universe to end.
A void seeking for fragments of forgotten lives,
Specs of despair and whispers of sorrow,
The remnants of worlds lost to the tides of time,
Each moment subsists as a reminder of the transience of existence.
The abyss extends endlessly, a chasm infinite,
A silence so loud to swallow every thought,
Hope is a distant memory, a faint glimmer in the shadow of despair,
Nonetheless, in the deepness of darkness, there is no delight or joy to discover.
Stars, once bright guidances in the night sky,
Oftentimes, they flicker weakly with a light quenched by the encroaching void,
I imagine wandering through the ruins of the universe,
A solitary traveller in an endless night.
A cold and hollow expanse embraces me like a shroud of eternal night,
It reveals tales of forgotten epochs,
Of realms that flourished and perished,
Leaving behind only gloom and death.
The abyss is just a mirror, reflecting the ephemeral nature of existence,
A reminder that even the stars are not immortal,
That everything perishes and fades away,
Leaving behind only infinite darkness in the void.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
