Turned to nothing
By just a phrase
Spoken from anger
When deep in rage
Told I was nothing
By my own blood
It hurts a little
But not too much

the time
i had
with you
was nothing
but luck..
time was
always
a little bit
blunt
maybe too
blunt.
but
oh dear
i'm sorry
i had to
leave
oh-so soon..
too soon.
and
i know
the time
we shared
was oh-so
short.
but
even so
you got to
admit
it was fun..
yeah
oh-so fun.

A black hole is ******* in light
Gravity is everything and it's folding inward
Crushing, absolutely crumbling
Like a thousand tons on your chest

Emptiness and nothingness consume

Do you feel it, the darkness?
Where everything and nothing exist all at once
Where you can touch fear and see joy
Isn't it beautiful, and terrible all at once

It's the heaviness of gravity and flying
The consumption of death and life
Adrenaline and calmness
It's destruction and reconstruction

Staring at the darkness where nothing and everything live
Feeling both all at once
Every emotion floods your soul
As the pressure of the condensing black numbs every nerve

You're floating away, sinking and flying
Deeper into the hole of emotional despair
Higher into the dark empty peace
Are we dying or is this living?

Scream, scream! ... Louder!
Pull me out, someone please pull me out
I have no strength left to fight
I'm terrified, but I'm empty
It's peaceful letting go
But I don't want to

Another day here.
Another day gone.
Another day wishing
I had somewhere I belonged.
Another day comes.
Another day goes.
Another day with nothing to show.
Another day begins.
Another day ends.
Another day with no new friends.
But in spite of it all,
I still hold on to hope
That someday, someone will help me
Be more like a river
And less like a wall

Buzz of a laughter
Feedback numb
Nothing no more
Just echoes in my ears

Blue sky looked on by
Macabre eyes
The visit passed the limit
She sliced off my

Heartfelt loneliness
Skeptical angels
With their cynical remarks
Trying to get me to feel

Something I don't know what
It is a chip of a bird
That I once quieted for
It is a word of a lover

Who must still love me so
But there is a churning in me
A swirling spiral of nothingness
I hear my time is up

I’m at home
Nothing to do
We’re all at home
Nothing to do
I wish I had
Something to do
But for now we
Have nothing to do

What does it feel like.....

For all those who look for traces,
For indications,
For signs
To know what dismay looks like.....
It looks like nothing
A big blank nothing,
A nothing,
That manages to consume everything.


What does it feel like?
To look around,
Big spacious room,
Observe things, occupy spaces
Imaging it being vacant,
Would it affect anything?
Or will it just be nothing?



What does it feel like?
To hear voices,
Pretty lies and
Little rumors that resides,  
As they resonate mind with massive amplitude.
And cover the actual harsh truth
Does it damage just minor things?
Or break confidence that was building?


What does it feel like?
To search for something,
Perhaps support to cling,
Or slight hope in the surroundings?
Sometimes it could just be smiles,
Or a piece of advice.


It could be anything,
Anything at all,
That could redeem something
Of this existing dark empty being.
But maybe at some point eventually,
It would be renamed solely,
As too much of expecting.


That's what it feels like  
To move towards nothing,
As it consumes everything.