There is Nothing

A Doll

Sacrifice yourself to the abyss
There is no existence to fear in the darkness
Let your reality be effaced in the cold, echoey void
Where these perceptions will disappear completely,
There's no reason to fight it anymore,
Let your soul become a shadow in the night
Swallowed by a greater entity,
And forget you exist at all, there is nothing left
Fall to the floor, and fall forever, never to reach the bottom
Your existence dissipating before vanishing completely
Succumb to the numbness and slit your throat,
Let your vision fade away and see the reality around you
There is nothing but darkness and despair, and as your vision declines,
Let the cawing of the crows deliver you from any other worldly perceptions
Asphyxiate the breathing with a cold icy metal, and clash against it with irony warmth
There is nothing left here for you, so put on your red scarf, and venture inside the blackness
There is nothing of existence to fear here, you are expected to become zilch, fade away,
Walk out of the lives of those who knew you so well, or so they seemingly thought,
None ever expected you'd give way to such a predicament, much less expecting you to be caught in it,
So cut the strings, you're an unwanted marionette, snip the strings, and fall past the stage floor
Into a darkness unknown, where there is nothing, where you become the value of the existence you live
Become zero, and become nothing at all, and strive for a nonexistent reality, shrouded where eyes can't exist to see it,
Tear your chest open, crack past the troublesome bones, and fibers of thread-like muscle, and clench the beating organ
Rip it slowly and triumphantly from the confines of your insides, and smile wearily as you realize it doesn't beat at all
Crush it in your hands and watch the black, meaningless blood slither down your mannequin fingers, and realize hopelessly
That you're fake, and let yourself merge with the hollowness that conforms to the structure of your very body,
Be swallowed by the blackness, and know not what it is at all,
Know nothing,
Be nothing,
Become what you are,
Your fabricated existence is no longer entertaining,
Crush the artificial muscle, and slip into the ebony nothingness, there is nothing more now, than a shell left behind in your room
In your dollhouse, there is your corpse, and inside you chest,
There is nothing
But a black
Void

Author's Note

Nothingness.

Reviews

[Kanattas Atir Enomo]

this piece was truly fantastic. one little spelling error in the tenth line, i believe you meant "dissipating" not "dissiptating." but other than that this piece was amazing. it didn't really have a rhyme or rhythm scheme, but for this particular piece, it was ok. despite the lack of any realy structure, i found that this piece flowed really well. and the imagery you used was extremely vivid. this piece practically screamed its message and i absolutely loved it. great job.