Nothing
The mist overtakes me
As I open up my eyes.
The green trees sway with ambition
Where the holy oak must lie.
The raccoons scatter
Across the tree bark and leaves.
The squirrels and their chatter
Cover up all my screams.
And in all that beauty
Through all the wonderful glory
All my pain and my gain
They all spin
Until there’s nothing.
Nothing is left, in that beautiful world.
There is no darkness, and no light
I feel no beauty, I feel no disgust.
Nothing, I am numb.
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