Undawning

All you create will end forgotten
 From time to time my nemesis speaks words feared by many
 But in the end, the only timid one is I, the rationalist among the frivolous
 Run farther; the revenants are drawing near
 Here I stand dreading for the day, the day that eventually comes
 And it will be my last
 Torment through the times countless
 As mind breaks from world's soundness
 But I will have no time to weep
 For I fall in dreamless sleep
 From time to time my nemesis speaks
 "All you create will end forgotten"
 The works made by gods are not for me to keep
 As my mind, my oneself, my heart
 Will rot with my corpse
 My lifeless corpse
 Breathe the morning sun
 For this one last time in here before the lights fade away
 Lush heath unfolds the end of times for soul
 Cast away are my hours in this life fading out
 Undawning
 For all these years, it has only been a word for me