The Void Speak

"What is this place we call the night?

A refuge, a cage, a mirror of fright

The bass thunders, the lights deceive

And yet, I wonder—what do we believe?"

"Am I the dancer, or am I the void?

Do I create, or am I destroyed?

Each step I take, each beat I claim

Feels like a question—am I the same?

The crowd moves, yet no one's here

A thousand faces, but none are clear

If I am seen, does that make me real?

Or am I lost in what I conceal?"

"Being is nothing, and nothing is all

We rise, we fall, we crawl through the hall

In the shadow, truth withdraws

The self dissolves, and silence roars."

"Do you feel it too?

The absence, the weight

The pull of existence

As it whispers, 'Wait.'

We flee to this temple of neon and smoke

To lose ourselves in the mirrors we broke

But each reflection cracks anew

What's left behind? What's truly you?"

"Time bends—

Does it end?

Or does it repeat

An endless blend?

I touch the air, but nothing stays

Am I the dream, or am I the haze?"

"Being is nothing, and nothing is all

We rise, we fall, we crawl through the hall

In the shadow, truth withdraws

The self dissolves, and silence roars."

"So here we are, the void and I

Together we dance, together we die

But if nothing is all, and all is this

Then perhaps the void is where I exist."