I know you are here.
I can hear you.
I know you can hear me.
You hear it, right?
You hear the void.
The void, that's screaming so loud you have to hear it.

It's telling me 'You are lonely.'
Lonely.

It's telling me 'He is gone.'
Gone.

Him.
Do you know him?
I don't know since when you are here.
Before it was too loud, too loud to hear.

Before.
I hear you since the void has come.
Before the void there was him.

Him.
He was everything.
He was darkness, he was light.
In the void there is no light, no darkness, no him.

You can not see the void.
You can not hear it.
But you feel it is real.
It is real, it is in me.
It is screaming to my face.
It is calling for him.
It does not want to be.
It wants him to still be here.
I want him to still be here.

Him.
I am searching for him.

Where is he?
Why has he gone there?
Do you know, why he did?
Do you know, where he is?
Do you know, who I am?

I am it.
I am him.
I am a part of you.
I am nothing.
I am screaming.