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If my lack is what you grieve
I offer to you this reprieve
Either I was always here
Or else for me you should not fear
I offer to you this reprieve
Either I was always here
Or else for me you should not fear
Literature
Specter
How many years have I roamed through these halls?
I search for something that I cannot find.
The darkness encloses, pressing on me;
I exist in a vacuum: bodiless.
I must have done something terribly wrong
To go on for the remainder of time
With needles tearing the skin I don’t have,
I gasp for air to fill lungs that aren’t there.
I search through the halls to look for myself.
The screams I hear can only be my own.
I wish I knew what I did to deserve
Such a dreadfully empty existence
So I could beg a shred of forgiveness.
Literature
a prayer
softspoken like a prayer
and unbreakably whole
you make me believe in
my make-believe soul
come back to me
Literature
Dead
Torn and chaffed down
to a selfless mass of flesh and empty neurons
I am dead
again
I am reset, restarted, but not renewed
empty
a blank sheet
with no one but an infant
to scribble the basic coding and awareness mechanisms
There is no second birth or reincarnation
the gods either lie or do not know
I am here
staring and stroking keys
with a ghastly automation
and an inner drive to explain:
self self self self self self self self self self self self self
When there is no knowledge of its meaning.
This is for 
's [link] Epitaph challenge. It's so wonderfully morbid, how can you resist?
And the best part is, I'll be dead, so no one can ask me what the hell this means!
's [link] Epitaph challenge. It's so wonderfully morbid, how can you resist?And the best part is, I'll be dead, so no one can ask me what the hell this means!
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