When Time Dies
Like the dust of stars
The corpse of time lies spread across the heavens
Dying, dying
Like a shroud of ancient, glittering death
Her corpse bedecks the sky
Bleeding, bleeding
Like a fool
I reached for eternity
Yearning, Yearning
Like a madman
I reached for love
Burning, burning
The final tide of the eternal ocean is but a whispered memory
And all gently falls into the tomb of time
Silence, Silence
There shall be no tomorrow.
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