Our Nothing

Push forth, against the current,

Against the grain,

Peeling away the surface.

Revealing the demons kept inside of this... Nothing.

So turn around and face this,

And surrender.

Falling below the surface.

Down in the cold, hollow depths of it's... Nothing.

Swallow all these bitter pills,

Ignore the taste.

Cancer beneath the surface.

It's nurtured, little seed blooming inside of this... Nothing.

Our calloused shells are the great containers of nothing.

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