• In the midst of a Million whispers
    All I can hear are my own
    All I can see is my own
    The silence drives deep in my mind

    So much louder than any sound
    I feel my heart wrench
    And my soul fold within itself
    Take the air from these lungs

    I can taste the ash and bitter remains
    Of worlds destroyed by my own hands
    You scream In my unending silence
    And I welcome it with the embrace of a void

    Shuddering in the grasp of Emptyness
    I quiver like a leaf in a storm
    I am nothing in this world
    And yet I am everything In the end

    And in the midst of a million whispers
    I am Nothing
    Nothing