Void

Isolation in all its purity, clean cut darkness and serenity, oh how it mocks me,
Twas something I craved, but now I've had my share, into the abyss I stand.
The night sky is not as black as the recesses of my mind, nor is the the vulture that follows from behind.
Scraps for it to feed apon, I flay myself alive, for I too need the nourishment to survive.
Like the temple bell, my voice tolls nigh, I must be free of the abyssal recess of my mind.
I cry out louder, for an eardrum to find, but no one answers me in kind.
So I stand here, floating in the darkness of mind, until a light beckons me to the other side.