I am empty of meaning and words have abandoned me.
Like a rock, still and impenetrable, silence stands, casting its deafening shadow upon my face.
Words flow around my senses, heading towards oblivion, whilst silence remains
for it is oblivion itself
it is darkness and absence.
It is the unborn, the ashes before the daylight;
The void where two worlds should meet
but only one fades away.
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