the voYd.

memories floating as they go

torn pages plotting out a course

it’s as close as the moon I saw before

yet as far as the bedroom door

hiding the vastness

something’s moving in the distance

in an endless voYd.

it’s keeping me from ever coming home

I’m so addicted to the everlasting madness

I fantasise the final destination

cause my heart is stained

I pray

that this world will end

before I break

the silence says a lot

without a face

safe inside the voYd.