"There Was a Hole Here... It's Gone Now" {old}

Years old poem.

Nothing exists outside of my proximity 

My domain is I can see in front and behind me 

Unperceived objects lack permanence 

Devoid of light 

The ground you stand on must be solid 

The unseen is chaos, confusing and overflowing 

Everything that doesn't exist must exist for it not to 

And from it a chaos of forms, esoteric horrors magnificent 

Ampule after ampule 

Nothing but space in my inventory 

A gun and some bullets

My death, eventually, in agony, without tragedy

Author's Note

Honest criticism appreciated