Empty Silence
Empty Silence
The darkness
That is all I can see
That is all that is ever around me
The black is always there
A constant companion in the nowhere
I have long since given up hope and prayer
But it is not just dark
It is cold and empty
I float in this dark emptiness with nothing and no one
This cold creeping up on me but from it you cannot run
Into a living yet empty being this all seems to coalesce
My entire world seems to compress
It is blunt but at the same time seems to possess certain finesse
Nothing can escape
Around everything this cold darkness seems to drape
Nothing could ever hope to take shape
But in this darkness and emptiness and coldness is one more thing
One more thing I forgot to mention
Perhaps worse than all three it seems to hold a certain tension
So disturbing it is like another dimension
...The Silence
The depth of the Silence is immeasurably immense
It has its own volume but makes the universe condense
From this intensity there is no defense
It is as if every being is still and listening
Stopped and waiting for something inexorably missing
It is the origin from which the other three spawned
It is the killer of everything here and beyond
There is no way to possibly abscond
The Silence long ago wormed its way inside me
I am now its puppet
Not even able to beg or plea
Not that I any longer want to flee
I no longer know the world outside
The void is the only thing to which I am tied
In here I can live and yet hide
The world cannot see me for what I truly am
The thing they see is really just a shell around me
Talking and laughing
It’s all a lie
I have no personality
I no longer have anything that makes up a reality
I have accepted the nothingness
I no longer feel anything
Devoid of want or care or emotion
My interior
Though opposite my exterior
Is the true form that I have taken
…For I am Empty
And my soul is Silent