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"
"good."