Portrait of souls

Encaged in time, torn between two worlds.
Swallowed whole by consuming
vacuumes.
Dematerialized hands reach to the sky.
Turned xeno through matter
displacement.

Witnessing the passing of centuries,
this is non existence.

Trapped Between worlds.
Frozen in time in a portrait of souls.
Salvation,
isolation, desolation of life.
Swallowed whole by portals in time
and my soul
escapes me, I fade away.

Entwined through the centuries, finally coming to
an end.
Frozen I stand watching the ever decaying new world.
Drawing breath
in the realization, that everything may be nothing.
I only exist by your wish,
neither matter nor being.
Is this really existence.

Encaged in time, torn
between two worlds.
Swallowed whole by consuming vacuumes.
Dematerializing
hands reach to the sky.
Turned xeno through matter displacement.

Witnessing the passing of centuries,
this is non existence.

Trapped
Between worlds.
Frozen in time in a portrait of souls.
Salvation, isolation,
desolation of life.
Swallowed whole by portals in time
and my soul escapes
me, I fade away.

As I stand before the end of time.
I wish to meet my own
spirit.

The walls of time come crashing down
as time and space implode,
discreation
the 3rd dimension, reduced to nothing.
As we remain trapped in
future echoes,
this is non existence.