The Vacant Chair V

i notice in my thoughts a simplifying, simple pleasure in nirvana comes
content i believe i'm free but that feeling leaves replaced with
an uncertain fear of what is now to come, as well as them, the end of me?
not knowing why my psyche is beginning to elude me i decide to let it be

the presence of my body and all neurological feelings fade, fade away
deprecated now to something inaudible, if i had the capacity to think
decreasing the complexity of one's brain decreases the understanding
and capability to even contemplate itself, the pursuit of metacognition

is so futile, everything is futile now i can't do a thing, nothing none
there's no such thing as nothing, only the lack of matter, as everything
nothing now though, fire's burning out, light's going dim, all fading out
in the depths of this lack of matter where there is no spatial meter left

alone i whither away, alone i slowly cease to exist, though i'm holding on
i can't last much longer now, alone there's almost nothing left of me  
i would forever search for company if i were not becoming nothing, alone
the desire would last forever though but now only nothing lasts forever