Blacker than the depth of night,
And silent as a forgotten life,
The emptiness becomes me.

I struggled once, long ago,
But such fighting was
Naught but in vain.

Now I am the emptiness,
For it has consumed me,
And made me its own.

Fear, love, hate, and anger
Are all things from
Distant memories, long gone.

No sound do I make
To break the silence,
For emptiness is nothing.