NEAT LITTLE PILES

Deep down in the pit of me

I had an epiphany

Emptiness is the epitome

And nothing is a symphony

So BOLD

And brave. I know.

Its nothing to write home about

It’s COLD

Depraved. I know.

Its better to go without.

Deep down a knot twists in me

Feeling it explicitly

Forget the world it screams at me

And nothing is a certainty.

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