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Stretching beyond the walls of human thought
one constant hue remains unpolluted by our hands
It is always there whether we are alive or dead
dominating space and time with its deafening embrace
breathlessly we observe the pure power it holds
The Nothingness that it entails

It weighs down upon lonely souls
those who've forgotten the joy of the world
They live within it, embracing it wholesomely
it fills the place that without it is a colorless void

It is a monster; a creature whom we all fear
waiting with the shadows it dwells
as curious eyes strain to see its face

Cold it is, and lifeless
there is nothing to come close to it

Consuming the very atoms of reality
it is the fate that waits for you to
knock
knock
upon its familiar door.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

very ominous imagery. definitely brings to mind a dark color...the color of 'nothingness' sounds like what lies beyond life. great job.