The rocks
My blood, red flow
Behind my veil ash
stars lie obscure
An eye
Rusted white
Swirling in it’s spite
It gave me life
Is it that which I abhor?
At my behest
In vacuo
Upon an inky sea
Put my burnt soul to rest

The silence behind every sound.
Felt, not heard.

It weighs on me,
stronger than gravity.

A constant background silence,
radiating;
permeating
from somewhere behind the
noise.

Perhaps,
not silence.
Hollow noise,
dead sounds,
phantom whispers.

Haunting me,
if you’re real
Hauntingly,
what came before?

Nothing is nothing, this is the only single word that can describe this terrifying and wonderful myth of human intelligence. Nothing is a paradox, an impossibility for our minds to comprehend; an idea that, by existing ceases to exist.

You watch the world go by, content
You need not change a thing

Warm, yet distant from the heat
Watching, unaffected and not affecting, you smile
You could watch the world burn and the heat wouldn’t touch you
You’ve already faded, you’re jaded, scars lost long ago

You’re an Orange Outsider
Insusceptible, unimpressionable
You’ve surrendered, yet you continue on
Looking on
Watching waves crash
With a worn smile
and dulled Orange eyes