I weep. Soul laying down, ear upon the ground,
Hearing what's underneath.
The sound dissonance. Reverberating. A hollow drum. Bees buzzing. A Tenor sound.
My heart caves. Begins. Crumbles. Resonance shaking quakes.
Doom aches. Deep. Gut and core and soul.
Dimensional upheaval. Spirit splitting.
Timelines shattered. Voids caved.
Where nothing matters.
Depth takes over, as voided abyss. No sound, colour. No dreams or promise.
Just reverberating emptiness. Hollow dissonance. A reminder of what was avoided.
Limbo. Meets no mirror, but thy own dark self, blackened beyond mass. Born of refusal.
Shelled out
By math. A mind gone of no spirit at all.
Not even a fall. Not even a reckoning. Just
Pure
Nothingness.
No love. No memories that are not soured.
Just a reminder of the depth
Of void
Chosen.
As if our souls...
Never even mattered.
Deaths here, abide no honor. They rigor mortis into nothing. No histories told.
It is the place where demons are formed;
Where ghosts pray they do not go.
Where souls fragment and never become whole.
Limbo.
Of no thing.
Not even God.
That is the sound I hear hallowed to the ground.
That is the sound I perk my ear of,
Curiously proposed, upon come to.
It reverberates...
A stark resonance warning.
Shelling me.
Held in me. Quaking caves in heart,
Sounding alarms
In
Utter
Voided
Silence.
Unable to shake it,
I feel it coming down,
Rock by bit... in my heart, black.
In my heart, beating.
It is the sound of Gaia's reckoning.
Primal. Ancient. Fierce.
Folding in on itself.
It is the sound of Fear. Escaping no mask.
Steeping in its brew.
Darkening. Bitter as it goes.
Unattended to.
Steeping.
Here is the place....souls go to die.
They do not cry.
They decay away, in nothingness....
Because that...
Was the path taken.
It is a place...
Very few return from.
Abound ever, to the black.
No gaining. No lack.
No evolution or rebirth.
This is the place...
Souls go...
And cease to exist.
TO...
Cease to exist.
No funeral. No hearts breaking anymore.
No memories...
and nothing to be missed.
Just savage erasure.
Eyes of the portal...
Eyes upon man.
Seeing...where no man can, and I this, a land-
No man's.
No...man's.
Weeping. Eyes can't undo. The things shown.
Battle cry for the Eternal.
Heart mass of the Soul. Overtured.
Departures voiceless.
Every Angel Weighted.
Down.
As chosen so...
They hollowed Love out...
These that chose
No thing.
It is a song I will not sing. I must not repeat.
The dissonance underground.
One I will reframe from. A thing forced to forget.
Yet.
Oh a warning understood and sound.
A warning we all should take...
A place...
No man will ever be found.
