Have you ever heard
the call of the void?
L'appel du vide.
It plants a seed,
just a snippet of a thought.
but enough to make any more
thoughts flow away in the breeze.
The siren song to endless seas.
The song of deathly nights.
It sings in harmony with the hum,
trying to take your light.
Sever your connection to life.
Cut you dry to wander the lonely tides.
It whispers on the wind
whilst the hum grinds you down.
It won't leave you alone,
it will find you in any town.
The void is speaking.
Listen. It demands your ears.
Commands you to hear.
To wilt like a flower,
quivering in fear.
The call of the void,
intrusive voices speak to you.
Tell you to do the last thing
you'll ever do.
They whisper to jump
when you are near a high ledge.
They tell you fall, free,
be with them instead.
The voices lie deep inside.
The hum has buried them
in your mind.
When driving at night
and you suddenly think,
I can swerve into the traffic,
Just a flick of the wrist
and it will be over in a blink.
Or when stood at a bus stop
and you catch yourself stepping out
into a road full of cars,
This is the call of the void,
ready to end your life.
Tune out the sounds,
before they tune you out.
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