I have searched the very depths of my being,
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across the walls of my sanctuary...
Come to me,
I hear it calling.
Come into the embrace of the void...
Know peace, know serenity,
Know escape from that which binds you.
And in hope I follow...
Drifting to the edge of the bridge.
Leaping eagerly beyond the borders of madness;
And plunging slowly, deep, into the bottom of my soundless tomb.
Ah, beneath the rippling surface of the water;
My empty eyes gazing upon the brightness of the sun.
At last I've found it, in the depths of solitude:
The sweet serenity of my soul.