VOIDvoid...
the overwhelming concept of fragile mortality...
the theory of nonexistence pushing its way through my bloodstream and laying eggs in my subconscious...
to never again feel the warmth of your being conquering my skin,
not even expired but beyond that...the world going on as if my soul was never present...
What if we are just empty bodies...
soulless...
merely accidents with no purpose,
God can be the maggots cleansing a gorge of rotting flesh...
but all is futile... life is too short... and the theory of God can only ease the muddled infestation of thoughts so much....before i return to the void from which I came.V
Artistic
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"[Never] put down your crayons..." - Chris Rhoads
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Mary have mercy now look what I've done but don't blame me because I can't help where I come from and
Running is something that we've always done well and mostly I can't even tell what I'm running from
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Forever L0st with Alice.....
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A cute and fuzzy bunny.
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