Shred of Light, Pinch of Endless - Skepticism

After a time in depths

There is a crack in the pressure

These shreds of light

Just a rope around my neck

There days of hope

A blade on my throat

These signs of dawn

Just a route to my dusk

These bounds that broke

A prelude to my drowning

This pinch of endless

Just a fragment of the forthcoming

These hint of life

Just a gateway to oblivion