mighty sky
True Nihility #94
I draw breath within this nihility
My lungs are crushed under this nothingness
Nothing makes me full, no small sparks of bliss
As my black-hole heart drains the joy from me
In my hollow head, there’s a sense of dread
An ever consuming lonely feeling
I stand before death, silently kneeling
With a wish and a fear of being dead
Every second is an eternity
Being suspended in nihility
The silence is quietly beckoning
For me to take the last step off the edge
I watch as cracks slowly form on this ledge
I step back, but my will is lessening