Nightfall of Decay

Lyrics

The sky did not fall— It rotted inward. A slow implosion of light, Veins of dead suns collapsing Into a wound that would not close. I walked beyond the last sensation of warmth, Where nerves decay into static, And thought festers like a corpse Left beneath an eyeless firmament. No voice remains— Only the echo of something that once screamed. I peel away the architecture of self, Layer by infected layer, Until identity seeps out As blackened ichor into the void. O Night— Not absence, but infection— A spreading sickness of infinity Gnawing through the marrow of reality. I feel it breeding inside perception, A parasite older than silence, Whispering: You were never whole. Bones remember shapes that never existed. Blood hums with extinct geometries. There is no descent— Only erosion. I am worn down By the friction of eternity, Ground into a fine dust of awareness Scattered across a lightless abyss. No end. No release. No witness. Only the endless decomposition of being, Where even nothingness begins to decay, And darkness consumes its own reflection In a frenzy without purpose. I am no longer a self— But a symptom. A fracture in the corpse of existence, Spreading, deepening, Until all that remains Is the eternal sickness of night.