There is a light that never goes out?
There's a hole in the middle of my chest telling me the opposite thing. As I look to this deep injury I can only see the remarkable and infinite dark void.
There's nothing on the other side. Nothing. Not a single grain of hope and comfort waiting to hold our ghostly hands and guide our paths, nor a silver plate where we can lay down forever our cumulative sorrow of a past miserable life.
There's darkness that's all.
All is nothing.
We are nothing.
And now is all that we have
Carol Sammartano ¦ Deathcharisma ¦ Autumn