The Derivative of Consciousness

i gaze at her Eyes 
with great uncertainty [the 
void) swallows me completely 
i know what you Are 
but your composition [remains 
mysterious) in light 
i am Nothing, 
a slave [until 
defined) by a self-righteous cause 
i need no Experience 
words to live [by 
you,) ellude my grasp 
i accept what Is 
not one to [enjoy 
your) comforting lies
i think about Everything 
to which the end result is [meaningless 
life) exists to be a process

Shame Falling From The Sky