April 13, 2010
By , richmond, MA
Nothingness is a feeling to be dreaded
It’s an incurable and helpless thing
When people call my name all I hear is nothing
I feel people pull and push trying to get a response
But they won’t because I’m lost in nothingness
A blankness which will devour everything you hold dear
And when the war cries out with scream of horror
I will just stare, fascinated
By the wondrous surroundings and pointlessness of it all
When I fly away on black wings of ghosts past
I will only remember nothing
No sound no light will ever penetrate my mind
Like I’m not even there myself
Body, (here), Mind?, (who?)

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lex123412 said...
Aug. 14, 2010 at 7:09 pm
???????? feed back ny one?!
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