in obsidian seas
my kin and I roam
the void is our haven
the silence, our home
we feed on the bold
'til finally they fear
we thirst for the lucky
who live far from here
eternal, inverted,
and never quite whole
we crave inspiration;
we're drawn to your soul
broader than knowledge,
we're elders to thought
but we're only your echoes--
you're all that we want.
I'm the disaster
that never abates
my lust is the hunger
that love cannot sate
you call me a thing
of malevolent fame
but you are a wordsmith
and I have no name
your flesh is so warm
to my unending cold
you'll never have heartaches
I'll swallow them whole
so think of me often
in times of ill mood
I'm yours to discover;
you're mine to consume.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 12:23 AM UTC
in obsidian seas
my kin and I roam
the void is our haven
the silence, our home
we feed on the bold
'til finally they fear
we thirst for the lucky
who live far from here
eternal, inverted,
and never quite whole
we crave inspiration;
we're drawn to your soul
broader than knowledge,
we're elders to thought
but we're only your echoes--
you're all that we want.
I'm the disaster
that never abates
my lust is the hunger
that love cannot sate
you call me a thing
of malevolent fame
but you are a wordsmith
and I have no name
your flesh is so warm
to my unending cold
you'll never have heartaches
I'll swallow them whole
so think of me often
in times of ill mood
I'm yours to discover;
you're mine to consume.
written 2021
I wanted to talk about my inspiration but yapped too much for HP to handle :(((( read comments
TLDR it's existential space horror about a black hole's view of humanity
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