The Void: A Poem On Anxiety and Panic

The Void

The Void looms near, familiar friend calling
That lead blanket oppressive and calming
Silky obsidian sinuous skin (give in)
Venomous, magnetic and velvet, inviting me in
Ink drips from the pen
Time pauses, and then

The Scream erupts from within, popped rivets rain on the rock
That rattle of metal, the slamming clamor shatters the lock
Ravenous madness in the black vacuum enveloping
With fervent thirst it drinks and depletes me, trembling
I crawl inside and wear its shell
The Void will never tell