Darkness,
Black and silent.
Suffocating, stifling, stopping.
A cold, empty void, stretching out for eternity, yet stopping for infinity.
Despair, the cold grip of Daedric masters at play.
Unable to fight, unable to take a breath,
Gasping, choking, crying.
Death, meaning muddled, a memory of what has happened.
The shadow of disgrace falls apon the shriveled husk of what once knew life.
Walls, boundaries, unknowable.
T H E V O I D C L O S E S I N
Comments
...My type of poem.
@Axius I kind of left that up to interpretation, but falling into inky darkness is always chilling... Thanks for reading.
@Sotek A few followers? *Blush* At least I don't have a cult, like you and Lissette...
You've a few followers now so keep up the great work.
Quite chilling is you ask me.
@Cinae Aww, thanks! Especially the part about this being inspiring.
Oh, and I'm excited because I'm also writing something about a daed... more