I hear the waves behind,
Crashing with the wrath of ages.
The sound suffocates my mind,
Drowning out the voices of the sages.
I cannot turn, not to side or back,
For utter terror of obliteration
All about me I feel the cloying black,
Like Azrael come down from his station.
What haunts now is a conscious abyss,
An insatiable predator with nothing in its wake.
I can no longer vainly resist,
For my name is now the void's to take.
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