Soft,
My darkness.
Envelop me like you always do.
Rising up my neck,
Over the crown of my head.
Until I can’t breathe anymore.
Death is so easy.
Yet so permanent.
We living things,
Doomed to die.
Mortal.
Grow tired of fighting Entropy.
The Void has called out to me,
For a long time.
Go?
Or stay?
Soft, My Darkness.
