There's hole called a void,
but its whole was white noise,
but it widened as I got numb
and voices erratic of sums

Yesterday was mild distractions
but the void gave birth to creations
Whispering wraiths into the night
leaving me rattled as room got bright.

I leave as the phantoms' nails pierce
so I can't hurt those to me dearest.
yesterday I could feel my heart thumping
but today I can honestly feel nothing.