One step closer to killing it all away.
Atop a mountain of decay.
Sweat and blood mingling in explosions of rage.
A drum beat of tension.
A piece owned by all, never given.
Taking it all in through the delusions.
And that's what it is.
The nothing of everything.
How many hearts have you broken today?
How many hurts have you made?
When you feel the presence...
are you only afraid because it makes you turn your eyes inward?
Take it.
Have it all.
Add to your collection of manifest nothing.
