The Nothing doesn't care for
riddles or wits
The Darkness isn't picky who's
embraced in it's grips
The Infinite won't mind if you
doubt it exists
The Endless wants nothing with
the scars on your wrists
The Untold collective ignorance
ends in an abyss
The Questions without answers
wither on my lips
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
The Nothing doesn't care for
riddles or wits
The Darkness isn't picky who's
embraced in it's grips
The Infinite won't mind if you
doubt it exists
The Endless wants nothing with
the scars on your wrists
The Untold collective ignorance
ends in an abyss
The Questions without answers
wither on my lips
'Nothing' exists.
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