Thursday, October 15, 2009

Maybe this might work...

Looking steadily, seeing nothing
It resonates in the soul,
Unanswerable questions forming unreliable thoughts.

A constant force pushing
Further and further into this void.
Hazing over, covering all vision
Soon lost in this empty place.
Everything becomes the same as the thing before it
Nothing the same as the last.

This void overwhelming,
This unending emptiness,
This uncontrollable feeling,
Eating at my soul.