Nihil Existentia


Within Her Mind


She's got blackholes for eyes...
Vortexes that suck out your soul
She's the apathy...
Filling your emptiness to the brim

There is only void...
In her heart
There is only longing of death...
Within her mind

She's the wreckage...
That which cannot be rebuilt
She's tormented...
Beyond incomplete

That which lacks passion...
And emotion...
That which only purpouse is to exist...
So it can die...
Is by definition, already...
Dead

She cannot be saved...
You know, that...
She cannot be saved
You will try...
To no avail...
Your efforts have been...
In vain.

Submitted: Sunday, September 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013
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