A Call To The Void

To the unknown: Where my ancient beating heart dwells, A horde of bleeding chaos falls. Twilight's curtains are shrouded in mystery, As timeless as the vast sea of knowledge. Pleading to the ether, my end of means Are illusions that dance upon reality's precipice. Our pain for their capital gain, As their greed takes heed In a world of suffering and misery. It never had to be this way.