Demon Technology, Demon Technology Endless Cold Death

Orbits fade, the cosmos sighs, silent deep
Light that died a thousand years, shadows keep
Drifting past the frozen spheres, cold and stark
No one hears, no one near, lost in dark

Black holes spin, their secrets locked, far from view
I am just a speck, a dot — passing through
Echoes of a star’s last breath, far and dim
Cold embrace of endless death, cold and grim