The Void

The cottony balls had soaked the dark, the mist felt something new,

The "new" wasn't good, not bad either, but something hid within the dew,

I trembled, I screamed, I shivered and gasped,

I stomped ahead, no gain it had,

My neck was shadowed, a chill went through,

My grey cells dead, my foot nerves too,

My heart thud less, my eyes granite stones,

My eyes blurred with tears, my throat bubbled with moans,

It whipped me full, my soul was aparted,

Soul came back in, but my brain was darted,

My breath was on, but suffocation I faced,

It was what knew none, it all was mazed,

No looks, no voice, no face it had,

It scared me though, but didn't feel bad,

What was it realised I soon,

VOID strained my soul, under the fire of moon,

My galaxy slithered away, but the grudges didn't hurt,

Was painted in pain but VOID told me to skirt,

The agony, the pain, the depression and thoughts,

This was how my soul was wrought,

Whenever I sleep to sleep a dreamless sleep,

VOID seizes my eyes and I elate, but weep,

No door out of the dark I'm in,

Wonder if VOID is a boon or a sin.