Nothing.

There's nothing left.
The life support has run out.
The things that were there to pick up my peices are gone.
and so, there's nothing left.
The glass has been knocked off its coarse.
It's contents spilled into nothingness,
and fade to what is left now.
nothing.
nothing is left now.
Does everything need a passing time?
People always like to think there is one thing in this world,
that can outlive the rest.
No one has ever found it.
How do I know?
Well, i've tried finding a way.
I've tried more then most people would usually do in their entire lives.
I was searching for nothing.
Maybe a way out.
Out of what, I was unsure.
Not out of life, no.
I love life.
A way out of death, no.
Everyone dies eventually.
But I was searching, nonetheless.
Did I ever find what I was looking for?
No.
And I probably never will.
Maybe, I've stopped looking.
Yes, that's it. I've completely stopped.
Oh well, I guess.

There's nothing left.
Nothing left for me to find.
Nothing to search for anymore.
The life support has run out.
Maybe there are no more peices to pick up.