Nihilist

Pressure.

I feel nothing

But the harsh and powerful vibrations

Of pressure

Surrounding everything I know

But also nothing at all

For if I close my eyes

And listen closely

I'll be able to witness a birth

Something pure in the darkness

A source of the light

That is too bright

Though not shining at all

The rumbling of a sound

That has no sound

Sends blood from my ears

Dripping to the source

And painting it red

For nothing can be white or black

But an ounce of color

The thoughts in our minds

Allow us to make something

Of nothing.