I followed every string of possibility,
each sour sip, bliss odd infinity.
But what becomes of me
what will become of me?
Fall Dark Sky Fall
the man-made law denies reality
each carbon-life form is probability.
But what becomes of me
what will become of me?
Fall Dark Sky Fall
We come and go
Our bruises show
We are in limbo
The atoms of nothing
Composing something
That is or is not
That feels or feels not
Compelling, repelling
Together but lonely
No light and no darkness
We hide into madness
Guess I’m gonna lay down and die
Last time,
I'm losing the day in hand,
I scorched what was left in me
with nothing beyond death
I am gone.
What will become of me?
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