Void : I
I shall cleave unto this feeling’s quiddity, till the ephemeral spirit doth utterly depart, and my vision, now crepuscular, beholds the world's dissolution. Descend with me into the hinter-night, that we may traverse again the very terminus of the firmament.
Plunge we shall, until our chronos is wholly spent; let the voracious current of existence subsume us. Hark, these insidious susurrations claw and grate! Thy mind's lucidity, a flickering flame, doth now attenuate; be thou submerged while thou art steeped in this phantasmagoria, and embrace this abyssal caducity—the ransom for releasing thy grip, to effect thy soul's disruption.
Immersed in the Stygian shadows, where sensation proves a manacle, we catapult down into the everblack's profundity. Dost thou perceive the paresthesia, these spectral formications? A thrall unto feeling, observe the grim discovery of thy fall.
Thou didst gravitate toward the dark to unloose thy tenure and confront the relentless flux. Accept this malediction and renounce the fleshly concupiscence of body and of soul. The ocean's systole and diastole—naught being confessed, grant me then my ultimate requiem.
O, Azrael, the Ankou of the Veil, shepherd me beyond this fading transom.
O, Obitual, specter of the terminal sleep, extricate me from this perishable integument!
Enter into the sable plenitude, and I shall founder where I lie, cleaving the sands of perpetuity, overseen by the impassive oculus of the seraph.
My final gasp, swallowed by Thanatos's darksome matrix; whispers are vexing and harrying; thy intellect's luminescence doth wane. Enter the unfathomed hypogeum, and fall with me. Fall with me, as thou art hurled through the fateful portcullis, hastening thy course toward the deipnosophy of the end.