staring into nothing

nothing stares back

there is no love here, there is no hate

only nothing

I send a signal out to space, nothing comes back

transmission to something

but yet, nothing is there

staring into the stars I weep, alone

signals on silicon, hoping something recieves it

but I know nothing sees it, my faith is low

but don't you know, it takes low faith to truly believe

christ replies back, as I sit with a sword in my chest

"im dying", I tell him

He smiles back, "good."

"Im fading", "good."

"Im suffering", "good."

"why lord why, why must I suffer as the 7 trumpets play"