The silent abyss,
Beneath the crumbling skies, where shadows laugh in fractured tones,
A void swells with silence, choking on forgotten echoes of time.
The winds howl, though unheard, their voices twisted with the lost,
Cacophonous yet mute—an unsettling hymn of invisible despair.
Jagged whispers scatter like broken glass across the emptiness,
Shards of forgotten yesterdays, falling endlessly into the silent abyss,
A place without a name, without memory, only a hungry void.
Silent echoes gnaw on the bones of shattered dreams,
Feeding unseen monsters that slither between cracks in the dark,
Their secrets are stitched into the fabric of nothingness,
A quilt of dread that wraps around the spine of the universe.
Veins of night bleed into the endless well, blacker than black,
Twisting into spirals that strangle the unseen heart of the void,
Claws of forgotten fears dig deep—ripping the night apart.
What slumbers beneath? What breathes this doom unseen?
Chained stars scream without sound, swallowed by the silent abyss,
Where time dissolves like dust, and silence wears a crown of shadows.
Endless, the abyss yawns—hungry, forgotten, an ancient mouth,
Devouring each heartbeat in the stillness of an ever-bleeding night,
A silence that consumes, that gnaws, that seethes in quiet wrath,
Never-ending, never seen, yet forever within, a secret curse.
Here lies the world unmade, cradled in dark oblivion,
A place where no light dares enter, where only the abyss reigns,
Silent and eternal, stretching out its tendrils unseen,
The silent abyss,
As it devours, devours, devours all that remains.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
