Goodnight,
Void.
I love you.
You never talk back,
Merely doing what voids do best.
Vacuum expanses devoid of matter.
No gasses to ripple with screams.
Therefore,
Silence.
Perhaps outside expanses of nebulae,
Where writhing death throes of ebullism –
Play out in the cold regardless.
Void?
Goodnight.
Goodnight, Void #-99
