Borderline soul
Sits in uncertainty
As illusions of greatness fade
I have seen the beauty of emptiness
The ecstasy of no-thing
But at this moment I lay bare
In apathetic stagnation
Prodding fear
Of an unreal phantom
That can never manifest
Lives in my own consciousness
And years upon years
Of this dead process
Flattened like worn down sandpaper
Led astray, into this abyss
This fiendish, nothingness
Of myself
Until I find comfort here
I create false idols
And illusions of hope
Bring themselves forth
A word of what never was
This never was