The Blissful Void

Mon, 09/22/2014 - 15:17 -- ecimase

Alone, I drift in empty space

Lost in an eternal train of thought

Not a soul can leave this place

The kind of Hell we bought

There is an ironic bliss

This is just what I asked for

Though your company I will miss

Just floating here is such a bore

Such a calm, quiet peace

Though I still cannot leave

It can be so very tough

Can't help but get annoyed

The loss of my dear love

Floating in this blissful void

I used to be claustrophobic

Now my life and spirit be empty

Nothing could ever be worse than this

For I shall remain adrift

Never happy, sad, frail, annoyed

Forever floating in the blissful void


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