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“My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.”

Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

In a place beyond the stars

We have gathered

to behold the world fall down

Where minutes seem like days

and our senses fall apart

we have come to starve and cease

One by one

we tremble and fall

into the void

into the black

To annihilate the process

of life - we negate existence

When the unspoken is the outcome

of our dearest demands

we all shall perish

For one and for all

we tremble and fall

into the nothingness

to the death (we are the dead)