By tommorrow it will be over, no longer does it exist in matter or in mind.
What was once taken for granted will not be there when we wake,
but of course as wake we shall not, it will not be missed for its dependents have nothing on which to depend and it will stop, no one to remember, nothing to say it ever was.
The blackness, the silence of absolute nothing,
even the thought is enough to send the sane to the asylum.
The ironey of what was once cared for so little whilst here but would be morned greatly if gone, has no one to remorse, to shed a tear in sorrow.
Nothing there but the dark, nothing but emptyness, no sound, nothing.......
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