Black

Hush dear, quiet now.
You've used the silence before.
Sliced skin and souls with this soundless sword.
It is the symphony of broken worlds and weeping widows.
Can't you hear it?

Spilling from cracked lips
Polluting blood and eroding bones
Clouding eyes with emptiness, turning fingers numb
Slowly pulling apart bonds that were decreed by gods and universes
So very long ago.

Nothingness fills the air
Tainting every living breath and cry
Oh how they grasp at reality, cling to false idols.
The children tell stories of shadows, how they would quake if they knew
It was all real

It would be easy
To populate this endless void
Fill it with nightmares and leviathans
Evil deeds and creatures which we are already so intimate with
They call it Sin.

We could be Gods.
To obtain all that is to have
To crush and consume creation and colour.
Yet the taint of mortality is far to sweet to abandon, so we choose
To fall in love.