Void
Darkness covers every corner in my head,
Voices screaming that I’d be better off dead.
Dangling helplessly by a thread,
Feeling like a ball of lead.
Body feeling like a bag of bones,
Stomach sinking, full of stones.
I reach out for something to hold,
But it feels as if I’m being controlled.
I’m sinking back into the void,
The one place I’ve been trying to avoid.
And not only is my mind destroyed,
But I feel like an android.
Helplessly falling, no one's around.
Screaming for help but muffled by water.
Going in circles, around and around.
Dying slowly, getting slaughtered.
The Void is ghastly and dark,
One of Hell’s horrible landmarks.
I tried to swim but only drowned,
Please, oh please let me be found.
I wish that I could feel no pain,
But that won’t happen till I’m rid of my chains.
There’s nothing inside me that remains,
Besides a frightful hurricane.
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