Skepticism Shred Of Light Pinch Of Endless
after a time in depths
there is a crack in the pressure
these shreds of light
just a rope around my neck
there days of hope
a blade on my throat
these signs of dawn
just a route to my dusk
these bounds that broke
a prelude to my drowning
this pinch of endless
just a fragment of the forthcoming
these hint of life
just a gateway to oblivion
