It sneaks up on you when you least expect it.
You start shivering from within.
You forget,
it’s too overwhelming.
You took a wrong turn,
now your lost.
Can’t say they didn’t warn you.
The fear is consuming,
as you become still.
For stillness is required to allow you to see.
To see the edge of eternity.
You creep to the edge,
each time a bit closer,
and you shake with that fear,
as you’re ravished with terror.
Stay calm and remember,
for the hole has no memories
of times you felt better.
The hole is a savior from painful nostalgia,
pulling you closer.
A reminder that your only getting further.
The hole contains silence,
that which can’t be broken.
The hole contains nothing,
nothing at all.
The hole does not hurt,
the hole does not care.
The hole grows wider every time you peek,
each time more seducing.
Because the day’s become harder,
and the nights just feel longer,
and the hole offers solace
for the tired and the weak.
The hole leaves impressions
It takes some of you.
For no one can peek into eternity,
for the hole takes your piece
and only grows larger
So here we are.
I’m almost gone.
The hole is now whispering
for me to come home
As it consumes
my body starts shaking.
And with my last breath
I whisper
“Nevermore, my sweet Lanore.
Nevermore.”
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
It sneaks up on you when you least expect it.
You start shivering from within.
You forget,
it’s too overwhelming.
You took a wrong turn,
now your lost.
Can’t say they didn’t warn you.
The fear is consuming,
as you become still.
For stillness is required to allow you to see.
To see the edge of eternity.
You creep to the edge,
each time a bit closer,
and you shake with that fear,
as you’re ravished with terror.
Stay calm and remember,
for the hole has no memories
of times you felt better.
The hole is a savior from painful nostalgia,
pulling you closer.
A reminder that your only getting further.
The hole contains silence,
that which can’t be broken.
The hole contains nothing,
nothing at all.
The hole does not hurt,
the hole does not care.
The hole grows wider every time you peek,
each time more seducing.
Because the day’s become harder,
and the nights just feel longer,
and the hole offers solace
for the tired and the weak.
The hole leaves impressions
It takes some of you.
For no one can peek into eternity,
for the hole takes your piece
and only grows larger
So here we are.
I’m almost gone.
The hole is now whispering
for me to come home
As it consumes
my body starts shaking.
And with my last breath
I whisper
“Nevermore, my sweet Lanore.
Nevermore.”
Poe quote, I know
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