Fraught — Be'lakor

Searching, the abstract colours reason But I persist to fail in the absence of faith Cycles bound by throes of attrition Oft united, yet surely more is lost in time

Beyond fathom, billions firing Flashes burn and spew prostrate Wisped monads from crimson puncture Our bonds are broken, all meaning sundered

Striving for constant reduction Bursting from the pit beneath Unyielding yet beyond the grasp Of scale and form Nothingness born Fleetingly

Of sprawl and flame From nothing it came Seemingly The gap between us tears apart Impel our end Layers surge and strip away Cast into nought

Of matter torn As eons I mourn Achingly

Of atoms maimed As epochs are tamed Blindingly In that final absence, We never were