Rant !

Emptiness

Crouch

Suspended

Hollow and thick

Heavy yet empty

A space of no thing

I see but

I don’t connect

I know but of no

Effect

I’ll take a gun and shoot into my head

Till then

The end

I laugh

I don’t have a gun

My blade isn’t sharpened

Not even equipped for suicide

Cramp head in palms

And crouch

Till dawn I’ll crouch

Hide it all

Face off the sun

See not

Hear not

Feel not

Speak

But only to no thing