The Sound Is The Void

Echoes of silence consume the sky,

Whispers of nothing, where shadows lie.

A choir of absence, screaming unheard,

The void is the voice, the death of all words,

I reach for the light, but the silence destroys,

I drown in the echoes—

THE SOUND IS THE VOID!

Blackened thunder, no meaning remains,

Collapse of creation, devoured in chains.

Screams without breathing, a truth I avoid,

The silence is endless—

THE SOUND IS THE VOID!

No rhythm, no heartbeat, no pulse in the flame,

Only the emptiness calling my name.

The echoes are hollow, the walls have decayed,

Time itself falters, eternity frayed.

I reach for the light, but the silence destroys,

I drown in the echoes—

THE SOUND IS THE VOID!

Blackened thunder, no meaning remains,

Collapse of creation, devoured in chains.

Screams without breathing, a truth I avoid,

The silence is endless—

THE SOUND IS THE VOID!

Nothing to hear, nothing to feel,

The void is alive, the silence is real.

A requiem rising from nothing destroyed,

The silence becomes me—

THE SOUND IS THE VOID!

Blackened thunder, no meaning remains,

Collapse of creation, devoured in chains.

Screams without breathing, a truth I avoid,

The silence is endless—

THE SOUND IS THE VOID!