void

its a peculiar feeling to be consumed by nothingness. 
to be crushed by void and have what isnt steal your breath and hope and spark and want for next and light of sun, 
the weight with which these drapes can hang its a wonder that that wall still stands, 
to draw them back we just dont hold the strength in hand. 
the void has stolen that as well, or borrowed it perhaps, per se, for tomorrow is another day,
 have faith they say, this wave will pass, have faith,,and pray,,, 
they make me laugh... so thanx for that... i guess,, 
now please fuck off,, i have some veins to tap, 
that pinstripe face and chimney hat the watchman wears while watchman waits with whip to lash and chain to wrap around these traipsing legs 
to drag me back to from where ive escaped,, 
or thought i did in moments past,, 
but here i am again.. 
or is it still.. 
this void is dreamed of labyrinth tricks
i never can tell which is real