A Caress of the Void - Evoken

The moaning comes from upstairs

I hear them, as if

Upon the threshold of awakening

Ebony tides sweep me away again

Not waving, but drowning

Skyward glance through eyes sinking beneath the surface

Spiraling through indistinct memories

Meanings lost in the primal depths

A caress of the void: the scream falls still

Reality null — The landscape dissolves

Abysmal galleries of depthless gray

Realm of decaying logic

The moaning has turned to screams

Whilst somewhere beyond, a voice drones the mad narrative

Of souls astray — reliving their mortal pains

Silhouettes writhing in murky air

Until a familiar voice whispered into my ear

One word was all that was spoken

Shattering the mirror of this fleeting oblivion

Into a thousand shards of broken light