Teetering moons linger on the edge.
The desolate expanse cowers in fear.
Outside, an observer that refuses to intervene.
A wailing silence is born in the void.
It's screams descend into a chasm of chaos.
No more can I bear witness to the damnation.
The stars have sewn their eyes shut.
Condemning fate to an eternal madness.
A sorrowful ache burrows into my womb.
Everything yearns for my tenderly solace.
Their patience bound in endless slumber.
My children are born to chaos, forevermore.
Time, imbued in an infinite memory.
Grows beyond distant eons —
And consumes existence itself.