Helplessly pull my body, mind, and soul,
It tows me gently at first,
Luring me on so that claws may dig in while my guard is dropped,
Helplessly yanking me into the abyss,

It is naught but chaos here,
When I speak, the words echo back mockingly,
Jeering at me, questioning everything,
Determining that I will never be adequate,

I am native to this dark land,
I am a destroyer of the already destroyed,
Nothing is created here, nothing of worth,
Anything of worth is borrowed from someone or something else,

There is no room to breathe here, no oxygen in the air,
To think such vast space could harbor so little,
Nothingness rotating, floating, and gliding from nowhere to nowhere,
Nothing but space to think, and no good thoughts to think,

But I embrace the nothingness, for it is all I have,
I appease it with my loud silence, and let it's tendrils dig into me,
I let it berate and harass me, and I do not speak a word of it,
Because it is all I have, and I may not leave