Aster verschoren

(19 Februrary 1997)

Craving for nothingness


Of what's right, my knowledge is shallow
For who am i, who walks in the shadow?
I can only be, craving for there not to be a tomorrow
The light now pains my eyes
My madness greatens as time flies
For the few who know true pain
Know that it's in vain
Every tick from the clock driving me insane
Hoping death soon my soul will claim
All is empty
Nothing is truly full
My path almost finished
Hoping for them my soul to bless
With eternal nothingness
Shall i walk it to its end
Or shall i die?

Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

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This is about how i don't know who i am, what i am...this is about me, or should i say him, or we?

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