Black blah blee blob wind rushing past
Inner ears inside my brain filling up with waste
In the prime of existence I have nothing left
Nothing left to go on and nothing left to think
Nothing left to be thankful for and nothing left to break
Locked in a room the lights turn from on to off
Dark to light from morning till night
All damn day I am crushed under the oppressiveness of this
Nothingness that seeks to rot what was an impressive collection
Books and files that contained all life's thoughts
Fulfillment and extacy lost in the fire
And when that flame had burned itself out
There was nothing left
No ash no smoke no chard remains
Just blank like a washed out empty room
How I am even writing this I don't even know
Being random on paper is coming out well thought out
Cryptic yet seen the Coptic in me wants everything changed
The truth is less fantastic then my own reality
Chug roar huff puff sit and bark howling at the moon
Devastated in my own head and I don't know why
I want the memories to go but I can't remember this
The spark that sent my world up in smoke
Who pushed the button that set me to self destruct?
I know everything and yet nothing because all that matters is this
Why I can't be random in speech yet so imaginative in thought
Perfection in the way, ok well make it dead
How can I not be what I hate so blank so blank so blank so blank!
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