Striding On The Path Of Nihil

Striding on the path of nihil
I have become the road itself
Forever onward through this dominion of scars
A hollow world of unspoken fears
My soul has grown distant

The eerie touch of loss
The salt in our wounds
Scars reopened
By waves of pain

The feces of life stain on the spirit
Of a saddened, descending life
In its addiction to the divine nihility
My wounds don't seem to heal
I just gain a higher tolerance of pain

And so I roam, I fall in space
A November's grey horizon disappears from
my sight with its dying bloodred sun
My vision fades, growing dim
I reach back for the inside of me