always space.

i've died in a room

there flowers bloom

raised from the depths

through the abyss of truths

unspoken proof i was here

changing and growing

scars and deep wounds

couldn't stop me

from showing i was human

from knowing i had transcended

i was often created anew

and yet my only belief in this world

was that my existence was a vacuum

inhaling the contents of this plane

and never releasing the waste

if you are what you eat

that would surely be me

and still the sun would find me

the breath of wind would remind me

there has always been space

in this room where have died

so i shall die ten thousand times

and let the flowers take my place.