my mind is a whirlwind
thoughts fly around like leaves
I don't know who I am anymore
where I'm going
lying destitute in my fear
afraid of the world
too scared to open the door
bereft of all hope
deserving of nothing that is given
simply waiting for time to slip by
anxious to be taken
whisked away from the confusion
saved from the darkness of my own mind
no angels sing to me
no dark angels either for that matter
I am nothing
just another turn of the wheel
everything seems the same
living in perpetual night
never acknowledging the sun
my edge is drawing nearer
beckoning to me
drawing me closer
the seas whisper of a sad song
inviting me to join them
and I would be gone
blown away on the wind
left without a trace
all that would remain
is the pocket of emptiness
of the space I used to be
but I was nothing
and I am nothing now
as I reach my edge
the fear has left me
I stand upon the precipice
ready to receive my fate
yearning to meet oblivion
to truely be nothing
the sea sings her song
a sad chorus of melancholy
thrilling with the tune
stepping over the edge
that kept me at bay for so long
with a fear that made me tremble
but the edge has gone
I have found my way to oblivion
I was nothing then
I am nothing now
and nothing I shall remain