The mind blanks at the glare
The good not done, the love not given
Time torn off unused
But at the total emptiness forever
This is a special way of being afraid
No trick dispels
The edge of vision
A small unfocused blur
A standing chill that slows each impulse down to indecision
Most things will never happen
This one will
Unresting death
This one will
Unresting death
A small unfocused blur
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always
And soon
Nothing more terrible, nothing more true
Unresting death
Nothing more true