allstarmaterial
Bluelighter
Both of these were written while listening to Diesel Boy's "The Sixth Session."
Nothingness.
Nothing. Alone as
usual. Who's that? No
one. Just a random sound.
No one calls. Nobody
visits. Once again the Nothingness
engulfs me.
Wanting.
Why doesn't anyone call? What
are they doing?
Needing.
Have they forgotten? Or do
they choose not to remember?
Empty. The sound fills
my body and soul. My ears
absorb the dark sounds.
The sounds are soothing. They
calm me. Slowly, they soak up the
evil that fills me.
Nothingness.
Nothing. Alone as
usual. Who's that? No
one. Just a random sound.
No one calls. Nobody
visits. Once again the Nothingness
engulfs me.
Wanting.
Why doesn't anyone call? What
are they doing?
Needing.
Have they forgotten? Or do
they choose not to remember?
Empty. The sound fills
my body and soul. My ears
absorb the dark sounds.
The sounds are soothing. They
calm me. Slowly, they soak up the
evil that fills me.
