Nothing but this exists.
Nothing but you,
Nothing but me,
Nothing but this nothingness.
I am the infinte,
the almighty.
I am everything and nothing,
I am the void in your soul,
the mystery in your ear,
that call of night and darkness
in the hallow sweat of fear.
I’m a wreck,
a ship on edens shore.
I am here,
there,
and one day I will be no more.
I am dissatisfaction and I am pounding at your door.
But do not answer or acknowledge me.
I am too busy
waging little wars against my battered skin.
I am that itch that stings in the crook of your back,
the place you cannot reach.
Let me freeze or let me burn,
but do not come out here with me.
I need
to be
alone.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
Nothing but this exists.
Nothing but you,
Nothing but me,
Nothing but this nothingness.
I am the infinte,
the almighty.
I am everything and nothing,
I am the void in your soul,
the mystery in your ear,
that call of night and darkness
in the hallow sweat of fear.
I’m a wreck,
a ship on edens shore.
I am here,
there,
and one day I will be no more.
I am dissatisfaction and I am pounding at your door.
But do not answer or acknowledge me.
I am too busy
waging little wars against my battered skin.
I am that itch that stings in the crook of your back,
the place you cannot reach.
Let me freeze or let me burn,
but do not come out here with me.
I need
to be
alone.
