Black, like the storm that looms.
Black, like the darkest of nights.
Black, like the void deep within.
A gaping hole, in the center thy being,
Slowly consuming all around thee,
it’s hunger never sated.
Black, like the storm that looms.
Black, like the darkest of nights.
Black, like the void deep within.
A gaping hole, in the center thy being,
Slowly consuming all around thee,
it’s hunger never sated.