It was easy to see when I was there first gazing
in my sheltered room of dispair.
Admired and hated I ran away to the empty void.
When all was missed Life got hard and trickled down bits
and pieces of memories... Memories of naught.
The Void called out again and so I ran my friend
to the comfort of the nothingness it is.

Thy thoughts meld into the fire of the ideas people
speculated on, till one day when nothing ... was gone.

With whispered peeks and quiet gazes the Voids comfort
encroached my happiness into a valley of paronoia.
Slowly I emerged from deep within,
But I was already gone.

Thy Thoughts meld into the fire of the ideas people
speculated on, till one day when nothing ... was gone.

After Begging and pleading with blood drenched hands
people started to see me again.
But it was too late, everyone was gone
except me.


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Khepary, in the year 111 MA.