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| 'The Endless Nothing' is something I actually wrote at work. I suppose I was depressed. The title I actually had stored away for a while and I was in the mood enough to put the words into the poem. |
| It feels like those tense silences The ones where I can't find anything to say Frustrated and nervous It's like giving up Wondering why I bothered in the first place Drained and faithless It sounds like an empty room With no windows or doors so no air can get in Closed and untouched It's the pain that would surely come if I was denied your love Forced to spend eternity alone in the dark Sad and scared It's like knowing from this life to the next is a continuous circle Making the same mistakes because I didn't realized then Learning and forgetting And I'm supposed to go on Faking my ignorance so my knowledge doesn't consume me So I can continue with this endless nothing |
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