Come, Oizys.
Devour me
Spit my bones into eternity
Mouth bitter from the negativity
Gut bloated from the hollowness
Teeth stained black
I won't stop until I've had my fill
I won't stop until I slake my thirst
I am a massive chasm in the world
I am a gaping wound in you
A storm of negativity and unflinching doubt
Pounds relentlessly on my construct of self
And I don't think it's gonna hold much longer
When the black tide rises up high enough
To swallow me
I will breathe deep
And swallow back
