Omnia Mort

Time draws to a close

The Universe holds its breath.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

Life without life; not even memory

Nothing but data at the death.

So goes the doom of doom itself

The last seconds trickle by

Unrememberd, unnoticed, unloved

Is how the Universe shall die.

All of everything, slips to nothing

None behold Gravity’s distress

Hopes and dreams and great misdeeds,

None of it matters at the death.