The Nothingness Witch

What makes up the nothing?

So big and bright,

In it will be no remnant of light.

Darkness fills and blinds us all,

Hiding memories I wish to recall.

A heinous witch might rue the day

We felt feelings apart from dismay,

Disarray, memories gone, memories switched.

Nothing here but the witch I'm doomed to fight

To escape the villains of night.

A far flight to get away,

Should be worth it as long as I don't have to

Stay in this trap of nothingness long,

Which gardens the nightmare we bring to life,

Enfolding us in them

Surrounded by strife.