The Morning That Killed the World - Nullingroots

Dawn of the morning that killed the world

Transparency, a window to Heave mirrored an ocean below

Translucency, there was never a face that could be seen

White light flooded the brooding eye

The hands of youth severed at first breath under the delusive vault

Dusk of the evening that birthed the mind

The deceit of luminescence diminished at the rim of the earth

An enveloping blanket swallowed the sky

The death of voice silenced heedless words, the death of vision blinded

illusory existence

And from the blackness of the void, came the sound of a nostalgic melody,

and the evocative glow of the sun

Behind the sheet of glass that separates mind from world, was the silhouette of

a child

With lips bent and fingers curled, he peered through the window in dismay

Painted in the pupil’s reflection was a twin pair of apathetic eyes,

gazing from the skull of a listless man, who incinerated the affirmation of

time

Amidst the hallow walls of the ceaseless azure, a fleck cast a radiant silver

upon the dimming loop in the rhythm of infinity