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All we are is just shadows Without bodies, immaterialized. What will matter then sifting through dark No flesh left to torture no substance left to taint This life haunts me
when he walks into the room, there is no room, only people there are no people, only faces and names only voices and thoughts his nonexistent pen glides across the convolutions of his brain
As the steps outside are taken from the once pitch black demon eyes garage yellow gazers... The desert UPS package rain clouds like adobe hang above me hazel a tree in a snowy desert
If there is nothing real, Nothing is what I give. If there is the ghost of real, I take the seeds, that with my hands Bloom into the ghost of something And when my little ghost decides
Death is inevitable. Alone in the universe with nothing. The end is vague. Not defined, or labeled, individual. Beliefs, religion, gods, Designed to soothe. From the Earth, and back.
I wish i could write about nothing at all. wouldnt it be interesting to describe nothing? we couldnt say a color, How would we know what color it would be? We couldnt say a shape,
There is nothing in my hands.My breath runs dry.I don’t want to try. To explore the lands afarThat’s all I wanted to do.Why is this life so hard to get through?
whipping winds tear away my guise in the night your hands weapons of destruction. twisting tornadoes i watch in dismay as you turn me into shreds and lock me away
It’s a clear sky today. After a long and exhausting day I decide to go take a dip in the lake to cool off. I jump in the water. It is very cool and warm at the same time.