Void

An abyss so dark, The archaic tomb of death shudders. A sorrow so blinding, It impales you in infinitesimal nothingness. Balance and order, Time and space. Cease to exist, As with darkness, it's replaced. Like the shards of winter, It slowly creeps in. Tightening it's reigns, Till you finally give in. One touch could bind you. In a blink of an eye, You'll lose your soul. Floating forever, alive but living just shy of death. A shell, all that's left. No sorrow , pain nor woe. No bliss, joyless rapture. Just trapped in the abyss, that is your mind. Trapped, bound and broken. Never to be restored. Amanda Miller