... And it seems now, that we're out of time.
The end of life, the universe, and the end of Everything.
Where Death doesn't exist anymore, not even at a conceptual level.
Heheh. I guess you can say I'm good at my job.

The backdrop seems to change at every fraction of a second,
As I crisscross between continents on a kinetic high that I haven't felt in months.
Her lips, my mind, and the time.

Death keeps his pace with me every step of the way,
Ready to give me a heart attack at any given moment.
But as lightning strikes through my heart,
and the blood rushes to my fingers,
There is a part of me that feels thrilled at the risk,
That she might turn me down.

This came for me once, and took me before,
But I swear to god, I won't let it trick me,
Or anyone else I love, again.

This high I'm getting right now,
I could keep this up for weeks,
Maybe years.
no one has ever felt this alive before.
And this world isn't big enough to describe what's going through my mind.

A sonic boom is followed by a visual explosion,
And we've cracked time open without breaking a sweat.
I throw my reflection a grin, daring it to keep up,
But it's doing just as I'd anticipated.

We'll leave this twenty first century on my terms.

Fifty million years in the future,
A dot is in the distance behind me.
That's where I used to live.

Eight hundred million years later,
I'm painfully distracted when I realize,
there are now enough of me to colonize an entire solar system.

Earth dies a billion years later,
And only I am still left to mourn him.
Our world falls to performance art,
And the stars grow cold.

The entropy at the end of time,
Culminates without a big bang.
but the universe seems to start over,
I am struck with an indescribable sense of rebirth,
And I witness that there were no building blocks.
Not to creation.

Something tells me that I should be the happiest man alive right now,
but the truth is,
that none of this means anything without someone to come home to.
I don't want to live without love another moment.
And I don't intend on it either.

One way, or another, me and love are fighting tonight.
One last stand...