Blank Slate (Night)

A gift. A curse.

Its all the same. 

Eons unfold. 

Nothing's changed. 

Horror and strife,

Always unyielding. 

Death, a release,

From this state. 

Prove to me,

Its not the case.

That heaven's gates,

Forever wait. 

I feel empty,

A need to be filled. 

By something else,

That isn't me. 

For I am nothing,

No one either.

A blank slate,

To write your love. 

In soft soothing chalk.