I have stared into the abyss
And it has stared back at me
Know that God was not there.
Instead, I hath walked the land of the suicides,
Asphyxiated in the blood which flowed from my open chest,
Languished in the agony of my consciousness,
And cried mercy to the divine, only to find the void -
Howling in a gnawing silence back at me
It was not “nothingness” which I hath found in the pit
For the abyss I found
Was an abundance of mirrors
May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 6:07 PM UTC
I have stared into the abyss
And it has stared back at me
Know that God was not there.
Instead, I hath walked the land of the suicides,
Asphyxiated in the blood which flowed from my open chest,
Languished in the agony of my consciousness,
And cried mercy to the divine, only to find the void -
Howling in a gnawing silence back at me
It was not “nothingness” which I hath found in the pit
For the abyss I found
Was an abundance of mirrors
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