The Veneer

hello oblivion.
wrap me up in your glorious void.
the nothingness that sits beneath this thin veneer we float through daily.
shells of people.
silently screaming.
sucking up invisible manna.
feeding a bottomless need.
precious hope scantily thrown out from on high.
scratch the itch and you’ll see it.
through it.
you’ll feel it.
the gentle caress of non-existence.
you are the opaque.