Aditya Deshmukh is a mechanical engineering student who likes exploring the mechanics of writing as much as he likes tinkering with machines. He writes dark fiction and poetry. He likes chatting with others who share similar interests, so please check him out here:
Staring into the starry sky, on the wet grass, I lie.
As I close my eyes, with solace, I sigh.
For now I feel complete delight,
Beneath the dancing moon light.
I gawk at the stars against the sky stark,
While losing my consciousness,
To the reins of the dark.
And my thoughts once focused, now run around distraught.
A state of mind slowly evolves,
Where my thoughts rapidly dissolve.
An armour of emptiness is thus born;
The element souls don.
This emptiness sucks out my peace,
Replacing it with the mist of night,
That rises and swirls, and thickens and darkens,
Blocking every speck of light.
Nyx appears riding on a giant spider,
Crawling on its web of void that keeps growing wider.
I scream, I run, I stumble and I fall.
But it catches me, and weaves me in a tight ball.
I run out of breath.
And taste the kiss of death.
I feel its poison coursing through my veins,
And I laugh, I laugh as though my sanity is slain.
I’ve ventured far too deep,
So deep that now I know I never had a soul.
And to govern the cycle of death and life,
There was always this big black void.