nothing continues growing into time,
stealing bits and pieces of what it finds.
slowly draining the empty life
where everything is useless
and nothing really matters.
in a place where death rises from the ashes,
burning and drowning within its eternal spirit.
the devils messenger has come,
to relieve you of your sins.
the emptiness will fade,
staining your view with the dying stench of burning flesh.
rebirth comes again,
and the reaper watches with unshaken eyes,
devouring the essence of our existence.
afraid of nothing,
because nothing is reality;
a black empty hole,
filled with lies.
plastic and untrue is your eternal heaven,
a burning hell awaits beneath,
to be unmasked
and taken upon the world.
for every naked thought (still unsaid)
to be momentarily singed,
then replaced with the cool, calm, fake reality
which you have grown to accept as true.