A Letter To The Void

Soft, muttered frequencies on the periphery of my subconscious A tune I used to hear that flickers its presence Giving me leverage of which to confine myself within the most secluded of spaces That distant melody echoing against the walls of my mind Silent, familiar wavelengths of nothingness that protrude The flooding sensations of lights fluttering among darkness Stop. Stop this.

As the static fades out from its crescendo I am thrust outside those walls again Glimmering bleak reality returning its vibrancy to mock my estate The tempo and pacing and rhythm of the natural beats consume the timeline of my vision Balancing myself and weighing my feet as though I've dropped from a short ledge And that tune that was once so prominent is back in its chambers