It sings. The void does.
It sings of what is to come what is to end and what will rise from the ashes.
It sings but no one listens, no one can hear it.
The song is not what we hear not what we feel not what we bleed.
The song is our souls the song is our memories, our energy.
Our thoughts.
Didn't you ever ask why when your eyes closed you didn't see what you thought?
Why is it void and not the images and memories and alternate universes?
Why is the void singing to you as you scream in terror at the darkening sky?
Why does it sing to you as you bleed, and you shake, and you die?
Why does the void sing to you your entire life?
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Nonsensical Writings In Emotions Unknown
Non-FictionThis is a collection of short pieces that are mostly seperate to each other, and contain personal feelings.
