The void
Beckons
Its ancient walls scrawled with mystery
Fear
Spiraling
Through the maze
Unknown
Caverns
With eerie whispers protruding through the desolate silence
Echoing through the expanse
Lightless
Suffocating
And cold
And yet, something beautiful about it
Something peaceful
Welcoming
To they who can withstand the darkness inside
There is something so pleasant
About sitting in the dark corridors of my brain
Contemplating