11/30
Take my hand and come with me
to a place where you can rest your head.
A head that is bursting full of life,
a life better of dead.
And while the world may scream down upon you,
Know that this is not the start, but rather
the beginning of a very long end.
An ending with no clear finish
Except that of death.
So take my hand and see the world
For what it truly is.
Emptiness.
