nothing ebbs out,

nothing surrounds,

it does not consume but devours,

it is disease,

it is darkness,

an army of hatred,

banging on the bars of your mind,

snapping, breaking, and tearing apart.

 

a cold snake,

tongue wet, and hissing,

sliding around your body,

leaving thick trails of blackened waste,

its eye is of the devil,

a slit of fire,

it tightens its grip around your throat,

fangs plunged deep into your skin,

blood,

air,

life,

sucked from your soulless body,

feeding the creature that thrives on your flesh.

 

it is dependent on you to survive,

dependent on you to never leave,

to let it take you again and again,

raping you of your mind,

of your willpower,

of your being,

leaving you naked and alone,

a cowering, deluded animal,

clutching your bones

beneath the rags that is your skin.

 

howling at the moon,

a rabid and mangled wolf,

driven mad by hunger for more,

for more of the nothing

that it so desperately yearns for,

it begs for the evil,

for the snake, the death,

to take it once again.

 

shrieks of pain,

distorted into moans of pleasure,

the agonizing wails of addiction,

of a facade,

masked by the dull illusion

that nothing manifests,

it's corrupted lyre sings to you,

luring you closer,

seducing you with its perverted melody,

drawing you in over and over.

 

you are bound to it,

you are lost to it,

you are found by it,

nothing has taken you,

nothing has made you,

molded you into the lifeless figure that you are,

you are conquered by it,

left with nothing but your wilting skin,

hanging in tatters from your body,

you vow upon blood and pledge yourself to nothing,

to a dream,

to an eternity within a life that you have created,

to a life that does not exist.