(Music: Fate of the Fallen - Eternal Eclipse)

Not more than a drop

of time

in a dessert of delusional hope

for endless movement

of now

in a filled-up mind of transposed regret

that all will end

and maybe today

its time to spare a breath

so that pain does not abound

in step marks of someone's

maddening certainty

that there is a way

a path going backwards

into the darkness of nothingness

reversed

to choice

in appearances underreal

that call you to follow

avoidance

chasing the fallen

into the depth of a whirl 

of doubts set free to a flow

of illusions

which you can't see through

like a blindspot of mindedness

or reason set free to infinite pursued