Originally posted by Sol Valentine
The Philosophy of NothingnessWhite rooms and the stillness of the air
Pinned on the cross in the white room, staring
Staring, staring, staring
Staring down the infiniteThe sideways eight, the never ending clock
Infinity, the numbers stream out to
Eternity, time plunges into
There is no beginning, there is no endSitting in the room, tied down
White thoughts pass through your mind
You begin to lie down, and stare highly
Laying straight, embalming formAhhhhhhhh
And when the clock strikes twelve
And the numbers continue on the line
You have become them
You have become nothingness