Again it comes...
The call of the void.
Beckoning me to days
Of past
Beckoning me to
Darkness-
Eternal bliss.
Death waiting
Arms outstretched...
I long to intertwine
my fingers with his
But my rage
Is a cage-
Barring me from the
sweet escape I crave.
The eerie darkness surrounds me.
The demons that call my name
Whimper in fear of what I
Have fallen for...
The devil himself cannot escape
The fate before us...
The darkness that only comes
intertwined with my rage.
One thing about me is...
I'm terrified of the dark.
But in the darkness,
my anger swells
My depression dwindles...
I am anew in my rage.
The call of the void beckons to me
In awe of the strength of fire
My rage has kindled.
Like a moth to flame...
The void to my anger
Floats on a breeze-
A cool spring night
Gathers me up in her quiet serene
Darkness that swallows me whole.
