The Call of the Void

As night descends the darkness bends around your troubled mind
Tugging at the strings of heart tied tight to hope they bind.
The cries of silence call your name, in tongues of silk veneer
Though the only words you recognise are cast from fires of fear.

You sail a distant sea of dreams, your life was lived in thoughts
You tried to paint a masterpiece, connecting all the dots.
Within the blind you wish to find a somber guarantee.
The comfort of the shackled black give heed unto your plea.

Waves of moonlight out of sight, grease the gears that grind
The ticks and tocks of faceless clocks with hands that never timed.
The edge of reason reaches out on the cusp of fading breath
To touch a soul the cruel world stole, to grasp the shadow of death

As darkness ends the night ascends to lift your spirit free
A poor, disheveled, empty vessel bare for all to see.
The earth shall rise at your demise, with strength you left behind
The sweetness of the life you led lays lost for them to find.