The Null and The Void
The Void is calling,
whispering silent screams for me.
Do I let them be,
or do I give in to the falling?
I cannot surely ignore the beckon,
for I am afraid that I am weak.
Do I only take a peek,
for it would merely be a second?
A wonder to stare into its depth,
only to be consumed.
Would I eventually be exhumed,
or left without breath?
Seconds turn to hours,
and with time it all grows larger.
Would I be able to departure,
or be trapped in all the flowers?
Perhaps to master the Void,
one must be a Null.
But before I try to cull,
must I not be undestroyed?
To be a Null would be an achievement,
to be something not important.
But is something so forgotten,
even truly worth attainment?
If in the end the Void cares not for me,
I fear I would not care about myself.
Is it worth losing sight of yourself,
only for a taste of impossibility?
I must learn to preserve myself,
especially in darkest times.
Can I walk between the lines,
and put the fear up on the shelf?
I feel I must remain steadfast,
and not be coerced to either side.
But how long can I run and hide,
from the dead hand of the past?
I will refrain today from looking,
for the Void will not be winning.
But will tomorrows bringing,
make it all again alluring?
The Void is calling,
whispering silent screams for me.
Do I let them be,
or do I give in to the falling?