Something vauge
I wrote this at three in the morning so sorry If it doesn't make any sense, is vaguely threatening or makes you depressed. If you like it then yaaaaaaaaaaah in ironic phrases masking the fact that you are the only one ever and i'll never know who you are and you'll never know how I got into your house. Also Did you re-arrange the place cause it looks different than the last time I was here.
My mind is blank.
Burnt at both ends.
Empty as the end of all things, Not a spark in the darkness, Not a ripple in that pond.
The worlds shortest story.
And yet.
I exist.
Never ever doing anything but nothing.
Seeing nothing, feeling nothing, breathing nothing, begin nothing.
You see me don't you.
Right there, right in front of your eyes and so far away from your mind.
Colours and magic swirl to detract you.
Only when your done with all that, you will see me.
It won't be the happiest moment or the saddest.
It will just be.
Well what it is, but mostly what its isn't.
For some it would have been.
For others it has already been.
Some see it before there meant to, before there ready.
So they forget what is impossible to remember.
They can recall the just about to happen, never once the just after happened.
Some rage, some lie, some murder, some try but in the end they all die.
They all meet me, the nothingness.
They're just as empty now, not because I took something from them. But because they aren't they any more.
There me.
There death.