Apathy

Cyrstal seas made of pillars that hold nothing up
Sparkling, yet altogether quite dull
Edges sharp with the pain that would consume you
But they melt away into a wisp of absolute nothing

Your fingertips graze the waves of the ocean around
Hoping to linger on a splash of cold or feeling
Gripping onto the reality that you've always known
But aware that nothing will ever exist to you

Glass waves of fog roll over your lonesome figure
Tauntingly close to tickling your senses that have fallen dead
Attempting to waft into your awaiting nostrils
But harden into ice and drop away into emptiness

Sunlight flickers knowingly above your vaporous head
As bright as the most luminous day that ever was
Steaming up the crystal glass that forms your surroundings
But so dark that your eyes feel blanketed from within

Drowning amongst nothing but the empty space between pillars
Sucking in breaths that flood your lungs with a thickness
Hard and immovable, it soaks up your flesh, full with vital blood
But does not allow for an ounce of oxygen to permeate

Endless has never yet been so literal until this world
White skies of blank stretch above for ages
Reaching down to your very skin, dripping with dampness
But is gone, and not there to begin with

Sounds try to reach your ears that are shrouded with fabric
Thick and concentrated, you have fallen entirely deaf
Unaware of anything that may exist beyond this sea you reside in
But allow mere whispers of the past into your head

You're sinking and sinking between pillars that had held you up
For your life, they have stood strong and sturdy beneath you
Rising and fallings with the tides of your gravity
But now are nonexistent and pull you downwards into their grip

Down beneath you there is no color nor shape
Twisting your head is no longer real in this liquid you have given in to
Mouth agape and desperate for air, you attempt to flounder
But fall limp and watch your arms float about your head in surrender