Dem Abgrund Entgegen

Thoughts circle ever closer
Towards the inevitable
In the pull of bottomless emptiness
I wonder about a meaning

A weight presses firmly on my chest
A thousand tons heavy
It tightens my throat firmly
No resistance

And everything spins, spins
Ever faster towards the abyss
A storm of souls rises within me
To the sound of dark rain

Every thought of finiteness
Immediately freezes my heart
That I will no longer exist
Lose myself in my fear

Why are we, to not be
A marginal note of time
A small dot on the horizon
A thousand souls away

And everything spins, spins
Ever faster towards the abyss
And if it must all end anyway
Why are we then alive?