What can I say, I was bored and decided to write about 'nothing' and just starting writing.

(+) Solid Nothing
A swollen soul, filled to the brim,
tired of life tearing it limb from limb.

Lost in silence, perfection found.
No more lies, no longer a sound.

Was it only a dream, a wish, a belief?
Why when it's over do I only feel relief?

A taste of imperfection is bitter-sweet,
but returning to nothing is quite a feat.