The more I think about it the more it drains me,I've been stuck in an empty thought for months now,It seems similar to what death would feel like.Completely gone, from this whole world and continuing to expand.To know that I will never put my bare feet on this ice cold ground,To know my hands will only touch the gates of hell,To know my mind will float endlessly above the clouds.Never once has this thought of sending myself off to a place where only I will stay,Played through my head,All day.Yet I'm stuck in a purgatory For it all doesn't matter.Yet, everything poses as a threat to my empty thought.