The Void

The stars begin to blink and fade into the black,There is no looking forward and no running back,The universe is slipping through a tiny crack,We pack our heavy burdens on a broken track,And face the cosmic shadow of the final sac.The clock is ticking down into the dark abyss,A cold reality that you can never miss,The silent vacuum waiting with a serpent's hiss,It swallows up the memory of your first kiss,No human soul can ever fight a force like this.We thought that we were giants on a spinning stone,But now we face the terror of the great unknown,The empires crumble down into a dust cyclone,The king is sitting helpless on a frozen throne,We enter in the darkness completely alone.The void is stretching out its long and empty hand,To wipe away the castles that we built in sand,It doesn't care about the future that we planned,It swallows up the oceans and the fertile land,A final silence that is absolute and grand.Your money and your power cannot buy you time,The cosmic clock is ringing with a heavy chime,We sink into the shadows of a dark sublime,A steep descent that nobody can ever climb,The final chapter written in a silent mime.The gravity is pulling at the human race,It tears away the features of your fading face,And leaves behind no memory and leaves no trace,Just floating in the pocket of a dead airspace,Lost forever inside of the outer space.The lights are going out across the galaxy,A deep reflection of a grim reality,We bend the knee to absolute finality,Stripped of our ego and our personality,Dissolving into nothing for eternity.We try to scream against the suffocating night,But sound is swallowed up before it takes to flight,The shadows are consuming every piece of light,The final destination of our mortal plight,The darkness wins the battle with a heavy might.The fabric of our history begins to fray,The bright colors of tomorrow turn to heavy grey,There is no clever word that you can ever say,To beg the cosmic hunter to release its prey,The void will come and carry everyone away.The spiral down is steady and it never stops,As every single monument of culture drops,The curtain falls on all the planetary props,The final harvest of the living human crops,Until the heartbeat of the entire cosmos pops.