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Every dawn might be the last,
World decides, no future cast.
Fate turns cold without a sign,
Lights extinguish, not by mine.
Morning light, a borrowed lie,
Evening falls—perhaps I die.
Breath I draw, the cosmos claims,
External storm rewrites the names.
Prayers bleed in silent air,
Universe grants no mercy there.
Clinging hard to fleeting days,
Yet the void devours its prey.
Hours slip like grains of sand,
Sudden end by unseen hand.
No tomorrow ever sure,
Desperation finds no cure.
Hold me close before the end,
World may break what time won’t mend.
Life’s a spark the darkness steals,
External forces turn the wheels.
One more sunrise, one more plea,
Let the heavens spare or free.
Every day could end in black—
Powerless soul, no turning back.
The idea#
Mortality without private drama—the cosmos claims the breath; external storms rewrite the names. Every dawn might be last; morning light is a borrowed lie; prayers bleed into air that grants no mercy.
Uplifting vocal trance seems almost cruel against that powerlessness, which may be the point: hold me close before the end, one more sunrise, one more plea. The soul has no turning back and knows it. Clinging is not cure; it is the only available courage when the void keeps its appetite.
