Forgotten dimensions and drifting stars,
a wanderer calling silently
to the edge of her world of never was
(and isn't yet and never will)
When futility fades to memory
these burning eyes see nothing
and tears don't stifle flames.
Her age had been abandoned,
but this is the only way.
Fate destined you to die alive,
poor figment of my boredom.
Forever you'll quiver between day and night,
Dormant among those drifting stars
In your fading world of never was
(and isn't yet and never will)