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Nothing Is Something by Keaton Foster So black So dark All empty Nothing Is something Within me Deeper still Into a hole Within a void There That place An escape Imagine darkness Then take sadness Combine then into one Fuel for a fire Burn them to ashes Spread them wide Fill each crease Cover all blackness With absolute emptiness Make sure it can’t be seen Nor can it be known Dare not define What cannot be described Take your dullest knife An begin to slice And slash the ashes Cut them down Destroy them of shape Make what they are unclear Allow nothing to remain An inescapable experience Build them back up Pile the ashes tall Take all that was burned Ignite them again This time use more fuel Find more that can be burned Let the flame toil Out of all control Make an inferno In a state devoid of oxygen Force it to burn regardless Or what it takes to burn Nothing is something When you make it out to be Either by force or freewill In a dark corner In the deeper depths That is where I’ll be Admiring the fire Seeing the light of nothing As it burns every something Into something less then ashes Could ever hope to be I am good in that place In that ever-darkening way I won’t make a sound Nor have a reaction I will just sit alone And watch it all burn… Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2024 |