There is nothing.
No light.
No good.
No hope.
A pulling sensation,
Familiar yet foreign,
Erupts in my spine.
I think...
The feeling of emptiness,
Engulfs the willing spirit.
The thought of understanding,
Defies the voice of reason.
I open my eyes.
There is everything.
There is light.
Yet no good nor any hope.
And this feeling of emptiness,
These thoughts of defiant understanding,
Close in around me.
Clenching my heart.
Something stirs inside me.
It is not hope.
And it is not light.
So is the feeling inside me,
Is this feeling darkness?
Or is it evil?
Maybe I'm lost,
Who would know these days?
Definitely not me.
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