The faces of blank expressions
ignite the empty vacuum
as nothingness explodes in a whisper;
This non-existant entity delves deep.
I feel the estrangement of it's claw
inside my soul...
I know death is never far away,
his breath is strong
irascibily invisible like music that cannot be heard.
Every open road is not apparent
as I am lonely in this crowd
where best friends are many. Without;
I live a life I do not live,
so full of emptiness, ought even imagined;
Cannot thrive, disquietly unending.
Like the rows of empty faces,
recognise I do not yet know them all,
for, they are all like me...
...alive without existence;
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