Portrait of Souls

Encaged in time, torn between two worlds.
Swallowed whole by consuming vacuums.
Dematerialized hands reach to the sky.
Turned xeno through matter displacement.

Witnessing the passing of centuries,
this is non existence.


Trapped between worlds.
Frozen in time in a portrait of souls.
Salvation,
isolation,
desolation of life.
Swallowed whole by portals in time
And my soul escapes me, I fade away.

Frozen I stand watching the ever decaying new world.
Drawing breath in the realization, that everything may be nothing.
I only exist by your wish,
neither matter nor being.
Is this really existence.

Encaged in time, torn between two worlds.
Swallowed whole by consuming vacuums.
De materializing hands reach to the sky.
Turned xeno through matter displacement.


Witnessing the passing of centuries,
this is non existence.

Trapped between worlds.
Frozen in time in a portrait of souls.
Salvation,
isolation,
desolation of life.
Swallowed whole by portals in time
And my soul escapes me, I fade away.

As I stand before the end of time.
I wish to meet my own spirit.

As time and space implode, discretion
The 3rd dimension, reduced to nothing.
As we remain trapped in future echoes,
This is non existence.