Look up and see the black
A vast and empty sheet that domes you in
It curves in an unforgiving mass
You reach out to touch it
Only to grasp the emptiness you feel inside yourself

Hollow

You are hollow.

Pin pricks of silver dot the dark void
It is a calligraphy of the universe itself
You are nothing but a speck
A speck floating through time
Not even the history books will remember you
You continue to float, submerged by the masses

Sinking.

Sinking.