The aether is a charnel-house

Frozen in time
By the exorbitant wave of rending
Thrown forth from matter's death-throes
Realities pause

And those with the temerity
To simply watch and wait
To stand in stupefaction
The exhalation of negation draws inexorably closer

Mesmerised by the promise of extinguishment
Enraptured by the prospect of nothingness
Uncountable cries rise up
As one hideous, desperate fugue

Razor away this pitiful raiment of mass
Free us from the heavy sackcloth of our own knowledge
Freeze and flense
Release us from material bondage
And unleash upon us a death-age of complete emptiness

And yet the void does not hear
Does not feel, does not think
A breath colder than the furthest, rotting reaches of time itself
Engulfs all, consumes all, ends all

There can be no rebirth within this fractured fissure
That once we called 'universe'
Now clutching like a ligature
Gripping tight, opressive, choking
Crushing the meaning from the material