Final Form

Creeping up my window pane.
Hardly even recall my own name.
For I am lost in ebb and flow.
Pulled beneath the surface by the undertow.

Sinking fast and failing.
Too much has been trailing.
In the abyss of me.
But now I see my purpose.
It’s time to deliver this void to entropy.

Sliding down this pole of life.
Deflecting away each item of impending strife.
For hate is not a necessity.
Time to combat violence in its entirety.

Defences built up strong.
Refuse to come undone.
In the halls of this abyss.
Continue to live with my purpose.
Of delivering this void to certain entropy.

Pause.
Hear the calls.
Vision.
But here it stalls.
For prophecy is by design.
And in these moments none can climb.
Fated upon wings of torment.
Remove this madness and make it dormant.
Otherwise days will pass me by.
Take time to stare decay right in the eye.

Falling quick without a chute.
There is no chance of a reboot.
From the heaviness of this abyss.
Moment has come to cement purpose.
Of sending this voracious void into its final entropy.