• And then, there was nothing...
    Nothing left in this world to hold onto,
    No more of the deep, seeping hatred cleansing my soul,
    Nothing left but the ashes,
    Soaking in my own blood,
    Until nothing at all remains but the paper,
    And then it's cutting me, fitting me, lifeless,
    As the darkened scars of my own hate consume me,
    Falling out and flailing aimlessly in the empty abyss,
    Sealed forever within the time of our morbid poisoned minds.