“L’appel du vide” the call of the void
Freud called it the "Death Drive"
Poe called it the "Imp of the Perverse"
I stand at the edge of the cliff
Loose rocks tumbling down beneath my feet on unsteady ground
Heights have always terrified me but I’ve been drawn to them my entire life
The silent cry of desolation beckons me
Peering down into the yawning abyss
It wasn’t until it was too late
That you finally realized you needed me
You spoke words with such fervor
Could you hear my heart in pain?
Probably not, you only care about yourself
And what everyone else could do for you
I wish I had that luxury
But I am prisoner in this body of flesh
I do what it tells me to do no matter the cost
The lines between reality and fantasy blur
As I walk this lonely plane of existence
In this shattered image, I see the world for what it truly is
I am falling... and the undertow is so strong
The pull into the unknown is even greater
Seaweed welcomes me home in its comforting embrace
The oblivion of sleep
Just cold, quiet darkness
Maybe it is better below
About the Creator
Erin Barteski
Fascination with the unknown
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