Void

A void is made by the people in the world.

In this Void.

Slowly falling.

Deeper and deeper.

Losing more and more.

Feelings numb.

People gone.

Drifting more and more.

Sound gone, light gone.

Unable hear, unable to see those in front of me.

In this void.

Nothing grows.

Only the cold climbing.

While slowly losing.

Slowly oh so slowly breaking.

Floating in this void.

There is no sound, no light.

Only pain that can be felt until.

Nothing can be felt.

Drifting away.

Nothing is real in the void.

Nothing but pain.

Nothing but darkness.

Formed from stress, pain, guilt, anger.

Oh in this void, slowly, slowly, going numb.

Breaking.

Not being able to see the hand stretched out for you to grab.

So.

Falling, falling, in this void.

Unable to grab hold of anything.

Unable to pull your breaking self together.

Drifting.

Always drifting.

Slowly changing.

Being changed by this dark place.

This place called the void.

Pitch black.

Swallowing everything.

Leaving nothing but a broken changed world.

Devoid of light, sound, hope.

Oh what a cruel world.

A world that would do that.

Sucking life from others just for a want.

A want to help, but fail.

A want to be right.

A want to be liked.

A want to be accepted.

So the world takes the others down, just to try and raise themself.

Until they too, get swallowed by the void.

The one they make.

It is not so kind to the ones that make it, compared to its victims.

The victims suffer until they can’t feel.

The victims give up sometimes.

But the void is not so kind.

It will take and make.

Building off of its creators.

Slowly oh ever so slowly.

Destroying and making.

Turning victims into, monsters, freaks, demons.

But they are falling forever falling.

Until.

Strength burns there eyes to see.

To grab hold of themselves.

To be able to stand in this void and to use it.

The creators are not strong enough to control their creation.

So slowly so slowly they lose.

But yet the void will always be there.

Always slowing creeping.

Chasing and chasing the broken.

The creators dead.

Creatures made in the void left.

Yet.

The void will never leave.

It becomes a part that can never leave.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Drifting in this darkness.

No sound.

No light.

No hope.

Slowly breaking.

In this void.

Author's Note

What does this mean to you?