Like the eyes of the dead
The depth of the sea bed

Strange it is so
To be empty
Yet still being able to feel

Strange it is so
How empty defines nothing
Yet still wears an unbearable presence

Strange it is so
To be consumed
To be swallowed up
By vast emptiness
For it does not hold
Any visible meaning or strength

Such like a black hole
Such like the deafening silence

Wait no longer and I could be gone
Wait no longer and all that could be left

Is nothing
Nothing but emptiness