Nothing left . . . ?

{After crushing pain follows... nothing. The intensity of the void is proportional to the intensity of the pain. But is it really such a good thing?}


And I reach inside
A confused soul pulsates with timid echoes
Pink and tired, my poor heart looks a little sad
Like after a long fight
Against itself
Idle, finally, it can rest

I sit on the edge of the bed
My eyelids feel heavy
In my head, the hazy misty voices
Finally silent
And my chest like a peaceful ocean
The world is evaporating

If I could hold on to
This feeling of nothingness
Of painlessness
Like an emotionfree caress
I would, right now I feel like I would
Feel safe, feel vague, feel tired

But the cycle of this mystery brain
Will hit again
The only question is when
Highs will rise, lows will drain
If only I could hold on to this
Feeling of nothingness