void

Every once in a while,

I get this irrepressible urge

To destroy everything I have created.

I fight off the desire

To rip myself apart in spectacular fashion

And wound everyone with the misfortune to know me.

I find myself staring in the mirror,

Utterly terrified of what I see

Just behind my emerald eyes.

I want to rip myself apart,

But I'm afraid of what I'll find inside,

And unwilling to release it.

I fight off l'appel du vide,

But I know it's still there,

Somewhere,

Whispering to me when I'm alone.

I look into that blackest abyss

And feel it gaze back into me.