Nothing Accompanies Me In To The Abyss

Nothing
Pure, unadulterated
Nothingness.
A pitch-black corridor
Waiting for a visitor.
No thing can escape
Nothing's shrouded cape.
The lack of color,
The absence of light,
All Begins to smother
Me in the night.
My own delusion
was that nothing
couldn't find me
In this shattered world
Surrounded by so many others
Whose lives it has taken.