Anonymous
i reach out
grasp nothing
grasp empty air
cling onto what i wish i was
not what ive become
not this absolutely desolate wasteland of my soul
the destruction of me
an a-bomb in my heart
wipes it all away
clears me out
turns me to dust
cremated
gone
nothing more than nothing
with absolutely nothing left
nothing inside
nothing more than death
i am one with death
as my remains decay
blowing in the breeze
i make my last goodbyes