The Feeling of Nothing

Senseless dwelling of impending Doom lurks in the air, I breathe it in. It takes my senses and jars them to an alternate realm in witch I cannot escape. Seems like so long I have been trapped in here with no one to hear my pleading tears, overflowing with inconseiavible fear. My dear won't you follow me into to this void as it reaps my flesh that you so love to see dissipate into your lucid dreaming like state of content. Seep into the blackened, diabolic, abysmal, creation in which is insidiously dragging us into it's gaping womb.
It's siren calls, I want to float into it's cream like dissonance.
 It beacons me.
 I swim into it's gaze as it swallows me.