Alone in my room, I sit,
Staring at an empty picture frame.
The one that used to be full of memories.
But now it sits as I do.
Blank; empty; cold
Dazed I am, staring at the nothing-ness.
But it draws me in.
For no purpose other than to draw me deeper.
Into the hole that I have created.
This hole is becoming my tomb.
Where I shall endlessly stay.
Forever and again.
Because all of my memories fade black.
Never again to be known.
Never again to be shared or felt.
Because forever is the black nothing-ness.
A brilliant nothing-ness.
For no one to know but me.
Here I sit, alone in my room.
Staring at a picture frame.
Empty; damaged; forgotten
And the nothing-ness sweeps in.

 
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