Perfection of Darkness: The Fourth Book of Poems

Verse Seventeen: The Empty

Days will always be lonely

Night is always a thing to fear

Darkness holds nothing at all

But my disparing pain

The brink has nothing for me

But lies and jealousy

There's nowhere I'd rather be

Then in non existence itself

Everything is empty here

Everything will eventually die

Everything is empty here

Everything will come to an end

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I've never felt so intact

With what I really am

I've never felt anything at all even when I paid attention

I'm starting to think now

I'm finding my way through the emptiness

Even after that it's gone, I'll just find myself alone again

There's nowhere I'd rather be

Then stuck in ignorance like I never knew the truth from the start

Everything is empty here

Everything will eventually die

Everything is empty here

Everything will come to an end

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I've swallowed my dignity along with my tongue

But I didn't say goodbye to the ones that loved me

Because I didn't feel love for them

They're filled with sorrow and agony

Happiness and love

But what they can't comprehend is the absence of life within ones self

I've wrote pages on my wrist explaining every detail

The last paragraph just needs a tint of blood

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I've gone road to road

Through breaking and bending

There's nowhere that's anymore full then your blinding ignorance

That's not the life I wanna live

Everything is coming to an end

This isn't the life I wanted to live if I wanted to live at all

Everything is empty here

Everything will die

Everything is empty here

Everywhere in myself

Everything is empty in there

Everywhere but there

And I've finally found my peace

When I finally feel filled

But closing your eyes just means opening them again

And when I close them the last time before I bleed out

Will I ever awake again?

Will I cease to exist or cease to feel peace?