on the first day of nothing
with gusts of freezing cold
on the second day of nothing
the sun begged him to leave
burns deep under his skin
on the third day of nothing
the planets screamed with rage
and cast him out with flames
on the fourth day of nothing
embracing all the gods he knew
the games they shall begin
on the fifth day of nothing
he felt his skin dissolve
and felt the rain pouring down
all that's left are shards of stone
every single thing he loved
and the planets don't know
all that's left are shards of stone
every single thing he loved
and the planets don't know
hold on to a fraction of your sanity
live in consciousness eternally
on the sixth day of nothing
it rang allowed in his head
surrounding him vast nothingness
and all that he could ask himself