Oblivion

An empty hole, an endless space Killer of the human race Cannot be grasped clasped or restrained  Quicker than a speeding train, slower than a landed plane. Worshipped in churches, studied in labs Reached in sleep, or fatal wounds from a stab A paradise in heaven, a blackhole of bending time  A purpose, a fear, an endless paradigm, Don't run we can't Escape This coming fate death awaits, Into the void of Oblivion