Become Your None

I'm picking it apart while the pieces are left

As I disintegrate into my own bereft

Sifting through the fragments cause there's oceans of loss

Sorting through the ashes and the particles lost

Micro termination is all I have here

Gripping to illusions all rooted in fear

Rotten overlays masking up all the proof

As I lay in my grid and uncover the truth

Just finish it off

There's a place where you get where you've had just enough

And there's a point where you take more than you ever should of

And there's a day where you come to the face of the end

Where realize you should have never began

There's a place in your head where the people are dust

And the beauty of life is you have none to trust

You've exceeded the verge of the limits you're in

So the question becomes not if but when

Finish it off

Become your none