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What is this?

This day 

Nothing happy

Nothing sad

Not evil

Nor good

The sun won't rise

And the sky won't fall

Stars are steady

So is the dark

What is this?

This day

Nothingness

So empty

Without meaning

It just is

And with no fire

My bones are dried up

And i'm drowning in it

Nothingness

What is this?

The cold distance,

Between my fingers;

The void,

Where you once sat.

The abyss that grows wider,

As curiosity gets the best of me.

There you are again,

Running in circles,

Sicker than a lab rat.

When was it,

You and I?

Where is the closeness --

That sigh of relief?

The gap widens,

Slipping further,

And then I let go.

No longer is there the need --

To sink my fingernails in,

And hold on for dear life.

The abyss will swallow me --

The void of blackness will consume me 

--

And there will be nothing left.

A shell --

Something no longer in existence,

Where I once would have been.

touching the outer layer lightly

bits and pieces flaked off 

to reveal the depth of charred remains

the hope of finding healthy tissue

was like hoping to gather leaves in a windstorm

a hollow shell, the final prize 

a figment of an imagined existence

cloaked in pallid-colored dreams

passed down through bargain basement ideals

whispers to ears void of tempered knowledge

and bright-eyed for a path leading towards a fool's gold

whose story continues to be told

lush feilds of blossoming trees and flowers

flourish within sight, but awareness has been retarded

for the sake of finding buried treasures, and mind follows

4:22 AM 7/7/2013 ©

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Blank page

Blank stage

Blank space

Blank adage

Ravage mind!

Light turns shadow
Shadow grows darker
Brightness has left from my eyes

Light has left me
Darkness calls me
As I sink into these lies

The world has called me
And I will answer
As I fall into this void

Sleep now takes me
Life has left me
Now I lie dead and cold.

Forsooth! He serves you in a famous fashion,
Neither earthly food nor drink could feed his passion,
Its rapacious appetite not quenched by treasure;
Half-conscious and half crazed, he finds no rest,
The refulgent stars of heaven must adure their full measure,
Each highest joy of Earth must yield its zest,
Not all the world - the boundless azure -
Can fill the void within his yearning breast.

The monkey on my shoulders becomes insane
As the serpent between my limbs feels pleasure in vain.
Are you so blind that you can't see?
Your stone-cold emptiness frustrates me.
For I, no emotions you feel
So how could this pleasure actually be real?
Sometimes it may seem as if you care.
This only alerts my heart to beware.
For this is a cold hard life of fact.
Could this possibly be real or just another act?
Or me having a reality attack.
You feel as if your reptilian but can't you see?
This abyss of emptiness castrates me.
The insanity of my monkey grows.
Insane from the pain of your iron rain
The serpents' shame it knows,
But cold blooded, the serpent for emotions cares not.
So only his evil grin he shows.
But sadly as I bear this sin,
I know I will only let it happen again and again.
And what is worse, so do you.