There is no happy place you go
No rejoice, only the void
Deafeningly devoid
Of any semblance of joy
Indifferent and mute
Darkness absolute
Don't hold your breath
Nobody needs eternity
I'm good with death
Isn't it enough
Reality's fraying seams
Dissemble and spread
Certainty's the enemy
The sentiment's dead
Swept away with entropy
The ideas in your head
O to believe in some grand prophecy
But I wouldn't hold my breath
