автор: MorbidiaMorthel

Nothingness. It appears, disappears, shrinks...
Till it finds its place in the world of the living.
The living dead.
The living dead that stare.
About an hour, two...
Into the nothingness.
A severe despair, pointed with no sence.
It kills the meaning of human existence,
leading us to absence.
To the nothingness...
Which exploded.