Penumbra - Denominate

Standing above what is soon to be a carcass

A habitat, for petty things

On the verge of extinction

Breathing dying breaths

An aeon’s passing, underway

Crawling towards me, a devouring malice

Incessantly creeping closer is the inevitable breaking point

Freely taking what we surrender

That which was never ours to take

Our terrestrial corpse, is released

Into perpetual oblivion

We stand on the knife-edge

One step from the void

As stone, frozen and forced to behold

Possibly the last fleeting moment

In between fatal possibilities

In between the realms of shadow and light our paths divide

One path leads down, one still searching for a way to survive

Fate is a colossal monstrosity without a reason, undividing

Nothings truly black or white, omnipresent and beyond all laws

Our existence is in

Penumbra

Crawling towards me, a malevolent justice

Incessantly creeping closer

Freely breaking all constructs

Dissolving only to recreate

Our terrestrial corpse, so diseased

Introducing the ultimate eschaton

Now we hang on the knife-edge

Our lives are void