Empty Dose

Close thine eyes and marvel at the glory of darkness

The vacuum

The beauty of nothingness

Where imagination is dead and beasts of color succumb to achromatic oblivion

Before the actors of our unconscious play out foolish,

Unfulfilled, unattainable, untouchable desires

Before hope is renewed and we’re reminded that we are fueled by blood and the gas O

We are at the mercy of the black royalty

The King of Emptiness

Who snuffed out ingenious, inspired fruitless innovation and caused death to the live mind

The error is when we aim to escape this lascivious illusion

Prying our eyes open, seeking radiance

The freedom

The beauty of hope

Whose fruits are bountiful and agents of destruction are defeated

Where the foolish desires are not varnished, but the raw slabs of core crammed through the cracks of the weakened mind

Sadly we revolted

No longer ignorant

No longer at peace

Just aware.

- Mes. G