Friday, September 9, 2011


Still chasing the mythology of Nothing
Why do you long to leave everything behind?
To sink beneath, or retreat between the seams

Nothing grows inside
A will expired, the pulse retired
Spending all your time...
Spending your whole life...

Longing for nothing more
A wish to leave silently
To disappear into a dream
Erased—to cease completely

When emptiness takes hold
You fall so low
When the warmth of life goes cold
Fall so low

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