Like a siren song, the void has called to me. Whispers and melodies and soft lullaby's to draw me in to death's cold embrace.
I listened without acting, with patience and clarity. Its dark harmonies washed over me until I was drowning in them. Still, I made no move to act. I drank deep and filled myself, until finally the void was within me
Overflowing, but not overfilled I understood the call, the peace and serenity and the freedom from fear. My eyes opened to the truth: Easy isn't always right, the struggles we face can spark the firecrest joy or the most harrowing sorrows.
I tried to find the profound to find simply the cliched and trite. And still the void calls to me, filling me with silence and peace