A coil of shadows pulls me down The void It whispers No one’s around A serpent of silence It wraps and it winds Through hollow halls of fractured minds Tight is the knot Tighter the thread Absence alive Absence fed Spiral of absence Wound too tight A void that feeds on endless night Turn and twist It pulls me in No start No end No way to win A chasm yawns A shapeless grin Its teeth are time Its breath is thin Echoes collapse Like paper they fold The air tastes of dust Both young and old I scream But the sound it curves back A voice erased in the spiraling black Eyes see nothing Hands feel less A gravity of emptiness Spiral of absence Wound too tight A void that feeds on endless night Turn and twist It pulls me in No start No end No way to win No way to win
