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Nothing LeftFrom the dark recesses of absolute nothingnessYears of vapid desperation lead me to become this I am nothing From the barbarous reigns of unfathomed fucking hell chained to an inexorable recognition of myself I am no one My stomach wall torn and lacerated by an abnormal mauling depression Another dirty platter, another feast Nothing more, nothing left absolute final hopelessness Loathsome malign nothingness A child on an endless plane of emptiness assumes the foetal position soaked in tears and filth in a pit of An escape to a once paralyzing place No windows, just four walls, my thoughts with no exits, no way, alone. Screamed inside to implode, atomize. Somebody once said better be with the dead than to be in restless ecstasy. Better be with the dead . |