Void Call Fulfilled…
The problem with remaining close to the void is that eventually she’s no longer satisfied with that distance and pulls you in closer.
So close you’re left on the cusp, the cusp of everything and absolutely nothing.
This may sound peaceful, to be between existence, but it is not.
It is madness in itself, it is chaos in the raw.
A dark beautiful intensity, one with a velvet voice, sweet as honey and dark as chocolate.
She starts as a whisper not wishing to frighten you one way or the other.
Then her whisper becomes a melody gentle as a babes lullaby.
Beyond her sirens song however she becomes impatient wanting to take what she’s caught.
By then it’s too late for you.
She either drives you beyond you with everything or else you fall into the nothing.
The call of the void fulfilled.
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Azrael’s Aesthetics
just a small girl, writing in the big world. Hoping to change the world one reader at a time. I post mostly poetry but am soon to be working on short stories.
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