Practically a science poem, as it is inspired by the scary
second law of thermodinamics.

Walk along the cool white walls,
never oper any doors.
The silence echos loudly
in the empty corridors.

There is no light beside the neon,
no sound beside your breath.
Immortality is near:
without life, there is no death.

You know what waits for you outside,
what lurks there in the sun.
The battle older than the hills,
the battle never won.

Everything will dissapear
within a century, a day,
however noble or beautiful
nothing ever really stays.

But you will not leave, you will live
until the end is here,
until the stars shrivel and die
and the universe disappears.

You will face time, you'll survive
along with everything you own,
you will last more than everyone
until you are alone.

Until there is nothing else,
until you stand and shout to the sky:
"What good are my life in this world
when everything has died?"

But there will be no answer,
and you have never won,
for what good is immortality
when life is already gone?