Devoid Of Redemption

The old man approached the river

His gray head hanging low

His frail bones, tired and weakened

Stepped beyond the shore into the cold

And he knew there is no hope for redemption

No mercy would fall upon his wretched head

A wicked soul, who did not long to see the sunrise

With sullen heart, he cursed the churning waves around him

Swept into the dark

Too late to return

He breathed in

From the emptiness

Fear rose up in his throat

And then he knew

No more time

No more breath

No more hope

No more dawn

Only void

Only void

Only void

Only void