void

what are you, you ask the void

and the void answers

i am built broken promises, and emptiness

i feast upon nightmares and dead gods

i am the darkness that acts as a shield

and i am the kindness so many lost

who are you, the void asks

you say you don’t know

the void respond that it’s okay to not know

because no one has ever known who they are

being is not limited to labels and lines

being is not static, not permanent

you aren’t meant to be here

no one should be this close to the void

if you reach out, take another single step

you’d be gone, disappearing into nothing

that doesn’t scare you, this is your garden

your eden in the hollow world you know

the void tells you it’s dangerous for you

but yet you always find your way back

you don’t believe the void, it wouldn’t hurt you

it couldn’t hurt you, not more than others had

the void knows this, and knows you’re right

as it warns you off, to err on the side of safety

the void knows things, things it shouldn’t

it knows your nightmares that keep coming

changing and shifting, oozing blood and tears

it knows your broken promises, for no one at all

as you wrote and erased again and again

but it knows who you are, you are you. no more

it’s calming, the way the void expects nothing

nothing other than the nature of inevitability

it knows you are here, and knows you won’t be

not forever, that not how things go, even here

the void trusts you as much as you trust it

trusts that you will one day die as all before

so you stare unafraid into the voids gaze

and it stares just as unafraid back at you

you think you love the void in some way

the void thinks it trusts you in some way

so you reach out to touch the void

and the void reaches back to touch you