The words—frantically carved into the black obsidian wall—glistened
in the dim red glow of Desire.
The words—frantically carved into the black obsidian wall—glistened
in the dim red glow of Desire.
Alone at the end In darkness, will I face Fear.
Subsumed by the end of those who have gone before,
as it brings total obliteration.
And then, where Massless Death has gone past,
If one were left, would they find that there would be nothing,
and none would remain.
know that I long for the day...