Fading
When all that is left is the empty space within.
The nothingness permeates it all; there is no way to win.
The silence is profound.
Creating its own type of sound.
It resonates within your soul.
Preventing you from being whole.
The malaise pours through your veins.
Coursing like a runaway train.
Will it stop? Will you go insane?
Will life devolve to something so profane?
Gut-wrenching anger, sadness, and pain.
Who bears the burden, who is to blame?
Can they be one and the same?
Nothingness looks back as you gaze upon your reflection.
Your body burns as if from infection.
Bleak, desolate, empty, spare.
Are you really even there?
Fading away into the black.
Disappearing, never to come back.
Emptiness is all that remains.
Nothing will ever be the same.
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