• The seven seas of nought
    Beckon this ship
    As distant lights flicker,
    become nothing.
    Darkness encircles us,
    The world fades out,
    Nothing surrounds the ship,
    Nothing is real.
    Existence is no more
    Save for this ship,
    Nothing encircles us,
    Nothing is there,
    Home no longer exists,
    No port of call
    And yet we still sail on
    Into nothing.
    Everyone on this ship
    Will fade away,
    When we flicker like stars
    We are reclaimed.
    And so this last pocket
    Of existance
    Will fade, and fade, and fade.
    Nothing exists.