Simple thoughts

Void of me

I look in the mirror and see my eyes. Lifeless, dead eyes where the lights don't reach. I see in them a world of darkness, like a void, black hole.

I think of the city I'm in, and I imagine it without me. A house, a street, a city, a world without me. Nothing's changed. I think of a world with only me. It's pitch black, like the darkness in me. It's black, loss of light; fireflies.

I see the ghost of emotion, a grey film. And without warning, it's spills. Into the sink. It spills clear, and joins the red. I stare silently into the sink as I watch light, life, bitterness and all things dark bleed away from me.

I am the void, the void is me. I am one with the void. Silence and sound, shadow and light fade away, leaving me in a vast emptiness. There is nothing but my mind. And still my mind is naught.

I am still in the dark.