The void inside me is growing
That void that I've had all my life is pulsating with power now
I hope this isn't showing,
This feeling like I'm dead inside and out somehow
I don't understand this feeling
this feeling-less feeling in my core.
Like everything inside is steeling
up and I'm human no more.
I've had it ever since I was a child
alone in the forest I'd feel it,
The lack of pain and suffering beguiled
me into its embrace, on the doorway to nothing I sit
forever like a comemorative statue of some person you've all forgotten
for centuries, yet still praise, even though her feelings and soul have
gone rotten.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Lleian, in the year 112 MA.