A Prophecy was written
It fortold of a day
A time and a place
That would destroy a world

It told of the day
That my time would end
And my world would be rend
Shattered apart
In the riptide

Not even a ghost
Would be left of my world
To leave a whisper
In the wind
To flow through the air
To brush someones mind
To invade their thoughts

The soul of the victim
Is consumed in the darkness
That's left when the light
Forsakes him
And nothing is real
And there's nothing to feel
And your body is gone

You life has decayed
Your body's decayed
Your soul is decayed

And what is left
When a world is destroyed
In the time that it takes
To blink

You have no present
No past
No future
Because there is no one
And there is nothing
To remember you by

When a world is destroyed
The ones who took this world
And influenced it
And shaped it
Will find their own worlds
Have been cast
Into oblivion

Like a ripple
One little event
Like a grain of sand
Dropped into a still pond
Will grow from a spec
Into something vast
And uncontrolled

Every life this ripple touches
Will be ripped apart
By its force
And a new ripple is born
To repeat the cycle

Time is lost now
It does not exist
When there is nothing

And I cannot feel time
For I am nothing
Not even a whisper
Left in the wind