A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Annihilationism
I lay me down to sleep
In a bed shaped like a coffin
It’s undeniable that I need some extra rest
Before I sink my teeth in tomorrow’s affairs
Keep my box heated
It gets cold underground
Nightly vapors tend to seep through the cracks and hinges
And I don’t want to have any dreams
One last thing
The cat saw my ghost in the empty hall
Raised her claws and let out a deathly yowl
But I promise I’m
Not there,
Not here
Not behind you or beside you
And this box is empty
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