..the feeling of nothing,
each ones silence,
is quieter than the rest.

the void of euphoria,
melancholy,
emotions died out, lest-(we forget).

helpless without avail,
comforted by an invisible embrace,
solitude, at its weakest.

maybe you would understand,
the dagger left inside,
no time to protest.

never was once belief,
faith is what fools believe in,
only the true are blessed.

eternity wrapped in one second,
plunging, fighting,
over heart's conquest.

nothing is what is seems,
shrouded in an abyss of nonexistence,
nothing left but to obsess..

signing off // feeling confused // 27.08.06