A poem about voices from the void. No, I don't quite understand it either, but you find it spooky, yes? :)
From the knowing depths of darkness
Comes the soft insistent Call
A voice both loved and hated
Inviting meek ones to its thrall.
What is yet shouldn't be
Knows and feels with twisted glee
Dwells in darkness, yet craves light
And corrodes our will to fight.
Through an opening barrier
Chaos longs to be a part
Of our feelings and our choices
Chaos longs to get a start.
It tells you to come close
And to come and stay and dream
While it sounds the silent soul-scream
And shows you skeletons that gleam.
Abysses filled yet cold and empty
That we’ve never seen before
Beckon sweetly and insistently
Resonating through our cores.
Through distant primal minds
Sounds that deep and haunting Call
That seeps inside and grinds
Goading sanity to fall.
False promises abound.
Our inner child it surrounds,
Smoothing hackles, savage bones.
Creating thoughts that aren’t our own.
We are told we won’t be hurt
But do not listen to the Call
For in your heart it yearns to crawl.
Do not listen to the lullaby
That warm and wheedling lie
Resist the crooning forces
Before they suck you dry.