A Longing for Abyss

This void of blankness beneath my quill
Lilts the whispers of khaos
Beneath the skies; above my quill
Beneath the cries; above their shrills

In divine voids of doomless abyss,
Where chaos stands enveloped;
in nothingness,
where mayhem whirls;
in fathomless boundaries,
where eyes bleed;
in griefless torment

Our eyes yearn for one such abyss
where the wailing children; fall on deaf grounds
where the Petrified mothers stand beyond sights
where fathers forget their sons
where daughters lose memories
of their bewailing mothers
Our eyes long for one such chaos

Chaos, where my pain is mine
Chaos, where I know not;
the bleeding eyes of nightmare kissed;
Fortnight's child.
Chaos, where I die once
And never for all;
Chaos to perish perpetually

The blood in my quill has filled all voids now
The shrieking children have dissolved into dust now
I must now be rest; so must my quill
But with whom?
Amongst the resting children?
Amongst chaos?
Amongst rest?