This is where I go.
When I can't go to sleep.
This dark empty room.
Of self-rightious defeat.

And this hole is so black,
It's impossible to see.
When my very own hand.
Is but two inches from me.

But I like it this way.
Without color or sight.
It forces me to stay.
And get used to no light.

For, where I am going.
There's no need for such things.
In this world of darkness.
"Nothing" is all you need.

Emptiness will find you,
Despair will be your friend.
Pain will be a companion,
Untill the very end.
 
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