Last Goodbye

i reach out

grasp nothing

grasp empty air

cling onto what i wish i was

not what ive become

not this absolutely desolate wasteland of my soul

the destruction of me

an a-bomb in my heart

wipes it all away

clears me out

turns me to dust

cremated

gone

nothing more than nothing

with absolutely nothing left

nothing inside

nothing more than death

i am one with death

as my remains decay

blowing in the breeze

i make my last goodbyes

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