Mord-Sith

Deep in the depth of darkness
Behind years of carefully guarded thoughts
Under mounds of strenuously monitored emotion

Is a violent frightening stormy sky
Hanging heavily
Over a dark, vast, dangerous and lonely
Ocean

Somewhere in that cold abyss
Floating, pale and cold

Is the corps of the child I once was
Before pain, hate and fear
Suddenly made me old

If I close my eye too long
In the still silence of the night

If I slack at all in my never ending fight

My eyes, the eyes of a cold dead child
Lost and alone

Open to see that vast nothing that is her eterneternal home

Inky images move miles below
Above and around

But wherever I look there is simple nothing found

Just the darkness, the cold, and that eerie echoing sound

That is what I am running from, why I am never still

It's a state of non-being I try to forget
Not some hole I am trying to fill