When the moon is just a sliver in your eyes, and the sea is just a drop of moisture, that's when it happens. The ground falls away and you're falling, falling into nullity.
-Bewitching, tormenting nullity.
Who will catch you? Not your mother, for she has a baby to take care of. Not your father, for he has business.
Will your lover catch you? No, for you will not let them.
No. No one will catch you, you will continue to fall into nothing until finally, finally you will explode into a million pieces and become the nothing.
-Sweet nothing.
Where once, there were sprightly giggles, and mischievous longings, now lies a vacuum of nothing. Where once was nurturing, honor, protectiveness, and burning love, now lies a vacuum of nothing.
Who will rescue you from this vacant state? Not your children, for they are outside playing. Not your pet, for the fluffy dog is by the window, sunning himself.
Will your lover rescue you? No, for you will not let them.
No. No one will rescue you, you will continue to ride this zephyr of void abandonment until finally, finally you will blow away into wispy emptiness.
-Grand, sorrowful emptiness.
Where once was pain and passionate temperament, now lies a blanket of barren space. Where once was a stubborn disposition and a personality inclined to fight for what you believed in, now lies a blanket of barren space.
Who will hear your silent screams? Not your teacher, for he is giving a speech. Not your neighbors, for they are entertaining guests.
Will your lover hear you? No, for you will not let them.
No. No one will hear you, you will continue to float in this fog of uselessness.
-Clever, penetrating uselessness, until finally, finally, you fade.