Challenge
You kill yourself...what happens next to your essential being?
Non-rhyming poetry or prose. Any form.
Death
There is no noise. There is no silence.
There is no light. There is no darkness.
I am dead, and there is only nothingness.
It is difficult to comprehend but I don't need to.
I am gone. Only the shell remains.
My inner being, my essence evaporated
Not into gas or air
But into nothing
Nothing at all
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