Nothing is the oxygen,

breathing in the memories,

exhaling ashes made from

embers, pain, and dopamine.


Nothing is timeless-

ever changing atrophy-

never seen by human eyes

except when suns are failing me.


Nothing is the artery

which carries us away from this.

Our destinies are calling and we

hide from the reality.


Nothing is the deathlike dream

of nightmares coming willingly

into the sand under the sea

that's made from you and me.