The darkness is just around the bend,
It's a bomb that can go off.
I stand naked and exposed,
Calm, chaos can scoff.
My mind is torn, forlorn,
I live in centuries past.
Then I travel to the future,
The present a depressed cast.
The shadows grow longer,
They've outgrown my thoughts.
I can't match the speed of dark,
My mind is prone to rots.
The night is in the day,
The day is squeezed out.
A miserable mind desperately trying,
A beautiful excuse to rout.
It's then, it's now, or when,
A desolate corner of a blank wall.
The ground was blown off by infinity,
There's nowhere left to fall.
