Devoid
And secular
Empty
Like a void,
Sensing,
Darkness
Pressing against the flesh,
Hollow
Feeling no caress,
Screaming like
A banshees cry,
No belief
In the nihilistic eye,
The passing
I descry,
The loneliness
Of no love
No life,
To wander
The plains Of time,
Without consciousness
To define,
Who we are.
fauxcroft 
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