Nihilist

I had always been curious to know

What my last thought would be

When it followed the same path

As my heart and my breaths

When they ceased

What was it

That ended up being

The last thing I ever thought about

Before I was never allowed to think again?

I'm about to find the answer

Watching my veins burn black

A bright pale draining my pigment away

The stone evaporating

while I hold its heat in my palms

Sinking into my ċhėst as I press against it

My actions forced in despair and agony

My unspoken ideas are stabbing me

My memories are dragging me down

My emotions are fleeing out of my mind

My identity no longer in focus

Yet I feel nothing

As if my pain has numbed already

As if my constant attempts

To find meaning in my afterlife

Has brought me peace

Because I never thought at all

My words aren't mine

They are stolen concepts

From someone else

My reality doesn't exist yet

Because right now

I'm living in another

That was created

By someone else