Creating Nothing

December 31, 2004

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So long has been the night

Since my descent began

I am losing the memories

Whose few, I treasure

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Eternal hours spent

In replacing creation with reverie

So many times failed

Things I could grasp

Are now beyond belief

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My mind is dying

And what I bring upon myself

Prepares my funeral

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Weakness now, in writing

Proof for my scorn

What I am to be

Becomes a shell of what I was to have

Consciousness fades

And with wide plains behind me

I continue down this canyon

To the bottom of despair

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