Nothingness

When you feel like... nothing

 

The walls, voids, filled with dried toothpaste

And the appropriate anguish in which decays

To say my voids are filled?

That’s saying anyone is anything at all

It’s false accusation, its disbelief

More so the way we stare, grovel, at things

Of which our eyes are not adjusted to

The oddities

The oddities, though, they fill my voids

They mold and shape within me

I bleed them

I scream them

I scratch my skin helplessly, compelled by them

But I don’t love them

I love nothing, and exactly nothing

Nothing; that distinct space between life and myself

Besides my oddities, all I have are voids

And the sheer nothingness of my tomorrow

I’m fueled by the utter doubt in my stomach

That doubt of which killed the butterflies

And devoured the acid

The doubt that I’ll ever pursue my reason for nothing

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

So deeply moving and lyrical... This would have been my perfect theme song for so many years... Brilliant write...

this is my favourite. i love it so much.
the words used and whatnot are like, perfect?