The tide of emptiness is subsumed back into itself
Lethe is beckoning me once more
I stand on the shore of my own consciousness
The shallow, murky water of time and space
It is a veritable antarctic illustrated in monochrome
Beyond the shore I see him-
The shadowy figure calling out to me
His black cloak a patchwork of transgressions
His face, components of an inner reflection.
The sickening pallor contradicting the seductive eyes of the familiar
Outstretching his hand, the forbidden longing
of a dark desire, a hungering to fill the void;
With another void complete.
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