In To Nothing
I can’t think,
I can’t work,
With this spinning brain I’m berserk,
This mind that was filled with something,
From thinking to nothing.
I can’t sleep,
I can’t rest,
With this throbbing pain in my chest,
This hole that was filled with something
From beating to nothing
I can’t move,
I can’t walk,
I don’t have strength left to just talk
This life that was filled with something
From living to nothing
As I take,
My last breath,
I find that it’s all I have left
These tears so fresh, roll on into nothing
From nothing to nothing
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