nothingness used to be my greatest fear the fear of death not an imaginable vacuum of darkness but something without existence something i cannot write about but now i realize that the nothingness is already here i am nothing humans have fabricated it all and i am just a sequel an invisible thread pretending to have a purpose i am alone
the fearful clarity of night brings the apparition of comprehension.
i'm sorry my poems have been so dark lately, fear is just what my mind has been focused on and i seem to write best about the things that haunt me.