The void tempts me each time I catch a glimpse of it...
It starts as a crack
The crack gets bigger as time passes on
Some days it only grows an inch
Other days entire chunks break off and fall through into the abyss
Then one day it splinters and the entire ceiling of it collapses, leaving a gaping maw
The void inside whispers...
"It will end"
"No more pressure"
"No more pain"
"I will heal you"
"You need only come closer"
Sometimes I'll take a few steps towards it, unable to resist
The whispers grow louder when I do and fill my ears with beautiful promises
"I will take care of you"
"I will cherish you"
"I will love you"
"You will be enough for me"
"You need only come closer"
It gets so tempting sometimes, so hard to resist
I sometimes want to dive in headfirst
To escape the pain I'm in...
To be enough for once...
To finally rest...
But once I stare into it's inky black eye, I always blink first
I'm not brave enough to take that final leap, as much as I sometimes want to
I always end up turning back, and the whispers-like me-are too scared to follow
The ice freezes over the maw once again
And for a while nothing troubles me
I'm not tempted...
...and then the ice begins to crack.



















