Existence

The fallen ponder on the meaning of existence.

Spiraling into
The deepest depths of despair,
Descending into
Bottomless pits of desolation,
Eternal abyss
Reeking nothing but desperation,
Endless pools of misery
Reflected beneath
Pale irises and a
Scarred symmetry of lines (she tore out her eyes to no avail, leaving worthless empty sockets)
Where the dark veil of night is eternal
When nightmares do not haunt
Sleepless nights
They dream of heaven (a rustle of ivory wings soaring to unimaginable heights)
Where pain is null
And the existence empty