Spell of Nothing

Bind your hands against the spell that you may cast

Fall across the lost nothing-ness and last.

Let your fingertips sift the flesh as if it is your own

Find what they are searching for, invite the spirits into your home.

The lost of apathy is not my fault

You violated my vessel with hate and assault.

I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.

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