We wait for hooded Spectres
To arrive
We'll look into the Void
And say goodbye
Why do we wait for them
Anticipate
We know the day will come
In due time
The present
Is present
And yet we hide
Living
Is fruitless
If only
To survive
Vexed by the
Constant fear
Of time
Running out
Spectres loom
On horizons
Outside of time
We've built our own dungeon
To suffer
Slowly crushed by the weight
Of endless wait
There is
No future
Only Spectres
Enveloped in their shadow
Forever