"And his Blood beating the old tattoo, I am, I am, I am."- Sylvia Plath

Spiralling into nothingness
Grabbing for eternity
Longing for black silence
To exist and not feel
To breathe but not think

Becoming a number
I inhale my true self
Exhale meaningless noise
Obscure colours remain
They are all that matters

I am Insignificant, but I am.