With the stillness of the void, I failed to exist.
My silhouette rips away flesh from its mist.
My silence, my shelter, my singular state.
It whispers my secrets, my truths, and my fate.

In these depths of thought, as righteous as sin,
Another me was synced with the symphony within.
This void, was a canvas, our souls were the art.
Revealing dualities of my mind and heart.

Synchronized, and pure, I could finally sing.
I longed for the closure I knew it would bring.
Here in the black, I have Vanished, but whole.
In the infinite horizon, the home of my soul.

The silence, we keep so our secrets can dwell.
'Til the day we escape from the gates of our hell.
I'm tethered at the soul. We exist hand in hand.
Protecting an existence no one would understand.

In the quiet of my conscience, you'll find the true me.
As infinitely clean as the energy, I'll be.
A realm I created to keep my heart from the cold.
where my dreams hold the proof, I'll eternally grow.

In sync with my conscience, from the void, hummed a tune.
It called me from beyond the dark side of the moon
And as I would chase, id no longer feel.
Heard a whisper of truth say, "Reality is not real."

I felt the earth breathe in my synchronized state.
Two beings witnessed one that shared the same fate.
Our emotions flew freely in the nothing. Enigmatic.
We embraced the obscure. We are lost in the static.

In quantum subconscious, the dark and light blend.
Throwing every shade of me as but one with no end,
Not dull and not bright. Not filthy nor clean.
There's black and white but we both existed there, in between.

Our silence would scream. Ripped fabrics grew seams.
As sleepless as I am, in this void, I have dreams.
I whisper to the ether, and it whispers back to me.
I've escaped all that is, to embrace, what will be.

Without understanding or concept, or beliefs,
I silently listen as the universe speaks.
I've seen another me in the nothing. Enigmatic.
living in the obscure he found a home in my static.

Wake your soul—
Tell me you see the floor.
The void has distorted the existence,
I keep falling, there's no resistence.
Wake your soul—
Tell me it didn't devour you.
The void controls the void mind,
Despairs you in no time and kind.
Wake your soul—
Do not worship it.

I want to hold the moon, in the stillness.
As a newly healed being, forgetting his illness.
With transcendent secrets, long lost, and unheard.
Converge with the earth, my body returned.

It's not just the glow that my soul truly seeks-
But the calling of a gnosis, at its brilliant peak.
The kind that would nurture without word or touch.
With pulses divine, surging through me in flux.

I want to push oceans, form the tides Mighty sway.
As nova's light the way, even brighter than the day.
Not where I am dying, but drifting sublime.
Through a cosmic stimulation of emotions and mind.

To hold the moon is to be as the dark,
The Infinite void with no ending or start.
To weave through galaxies in quantum ascent.
To be untethered, unmeasured, and unbent.

For there's a place where echoes of gnosis still call.
Where darkness is divine, as it stands without fall.
For when all existence comes to end, as we know it.
Darkness not only lives but will thrive by the moment.

The stars told a secret, the divine know our depths.
Our intentions are gold. We're not at fault for our steps.
I want to walk where quantum waves ebb and flow,
And merge with the calm, only the moon has ever shown.

To hold the moon is to live as the night.
No longer chasing myths of a misguiding light.
To rest with the shadows, unobserved in their allure.
My failing charred heart, reborn by the nights cure.

♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦