The Void

The Void consumes,
It preys upon the broken.
What can fill it?
Hobbies, they say.
Do something productive,
Or else this isn’t worth it.

The Void rejects.
It whispers and murmurs,
Like a soft phantasmal beast.
How do you reject it?
Distract yourself, they say.
Surround yourself with people,
Or else you will be lonely.

Time slows down.
Patiently waiting, bedside,
For the death of today.
But before you know it,
Today was an eternity ago.

With nothing but small details to keep company.
They say your life is passing by,
That it’s being missed.
The Void says life cannot pass by soon enough.

The Void takes.
It takes until the only thing left to be taken,
Is you.
What can stop it?
Try harder, they say.
Why can’t you just be happy?
What’s wrong?

If there is one thing to be learned,
It is that this too shall pass.
The Void can be razed.

By what, is not the inquisition;
Rather by who.
The only sole vitality that can defeat the Void,
Is you.