Emptiness

 

The silence of night damnifies all living 

creatures, quietude’s nuisance to all 

dwelling things, only the vilest, wretchedness, and

vicious slither within these darken hours, they seek

you out in every crevice, nook, and cranny, this surfeit

of emptiness overwhelms, is this normal to shudder off 

this pain alone? This temporal and dreadful disease of 

misery finds every weakness, teems down deep within 

the hemispheres of your cause of existence, the embattlements

of secular defeat where you ask some hidden Ghost that's never there

or ever existed for guidance, you realize the game way too late, shun

religion as the real disease, now, you emolliate this madness with some

replacing elements to appease this anaemia, you are stricken with the 

curse, no matter how long you evade this knocking spell, no matter how 

far you run this anathema is far stronger, you realize this vexation 

only feeds off your frailty, this symbiotic relationship will exist as long 

as you're alive, you are your own madness.