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Swallowed by the Womb of Tenebris
What calls to me from the surrounding abyss?
Not a voice, nor a person
The aura is the very space I live in
Like a fetus surviving in non existence
Did I choose to be born in the darkness?
Emptiness
Silence
Am I truly alive?
No light can penetrate the depths in which I live
For in my mind, light does not exist
Nothing
It is the still darkness of space, abscent of planets and stars
A black sun
The infinite reaches of ceaseless life
I'm confined to speak with myself
Am I the darkness?
The one which grips the mind of men, and drives them to madness
A force which drowns the brightest of light
So greedy, wanting, I devour all that carry hope
Not a voice, nor a person
The aura is the very space I live in
Like a fetus surviving in non existence
Did I choose to be born in the darkness?
Emptiness
Silence
Am I truly alive?
No light can penetrate the depths in which I live
For in my mind, light does not exist
Nothing
It is the still darkness of space, abscent of planets and stars
A black sun
The infinite reaches of ceaseless life
I'm confined to speak with myself
Am I the darkness?
The one which grips the mind of men, and drives them to madness
A force which drowns the brightest of light
So greedy, wanting, I devour all that carry hope
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