thou shalt not follow the queering voices of Nether .
the black hole . absence . truancy . and more void within .
it's emptiness longs fervency . it's desolation entices the curious .
they're alluring forces of the greatest . enchantment of the wrong kind .
insinuating and invasive . evocative and intorently redolent .
sweet aughts of your fiend will tingle the blind taste of reminescence .
the wistful wickedly lusts unconscious hope .
drawing on . drawing near . drawing close .
almost too close . Too close, maybe, for comfort .
nothing is there . and nothing will ever be .
lusting for the abyss ?
extrication, your best bet .
Hope for life, i would suggest .
the black hole i know as my Mind, beckons .