Into the center of the universe, we see ourselves upon a throne
The World is gone, all we know, has passed with flesh and bone
Our reality has been shattered, all that mattered lost in oblivion
So quiet here, no stimulation, silence here is a human meridian
The cosmic dividing line is here, between living and the lost
We pay for existence with every moment of life, paid the cost
This is not paradise, nor is it a sacred place, but it is fully silent
After a life in the flesh in the worries of every day, it is peaceful
"Horror fiction shows us that the control we believe
we have is purely
illusory, and that every moment we
teeter on chaos and oblivion.” Clive
Barker
