The Void
My considerations are devoured by the Void.
Instinct and certainty are generally devoid.
In slight spite of everything, I cease here.
I'm stuck in the created voids phantom clear.
I falter and appear to be stuck.
In an endless descending twisting snuck.
It's essentially impossible to escape this.
I can't move away from my premonition bliss.
I'm caught inside my spirit by the abyss.
It feeds off my mood, which serves to permiss.
It burns through me from the back to the front.
It keeps me out because I can't confront.
In my body freezing, relentless divider.
I've turned into my sole survivor rider.
Written: October 1st, 2021
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