I am null and void.
I wonder why we’re here.
I hear a subdued whistle from the deep, cold abyss.
I see a hole in the wall.
I want to watch it perish.
I am null and void.
I pretend that it will be calm.
I feel a dank hand.
I touch a thin illusory facade of light.
I worry that I might fall.
I cry when I hear the ominous voices.
I am null and void.
I understand that it’s not real; simply not there.
I say to myself that it’ll be okay.
I dream that I can escape.
I try to take it all in- forget; and pretend that it's all okay.
I hope that I will leave.
I am null and void.