Prompt:
In the pit of night, under a choked sky, nothing's left but the howl,
A void so complete, it swallows whole, no whimper, just a growl.
Darkness isn't just absence of light, it's a beast that feasts on the soul,
A maw so wide, devouring whole, leaving nothing, no heart, no goal.
This isn't sadness, it's a blight, a plague spreading, rotting, raw,
Every scream just echoes, fades, in this abyss without a law.
Hope? A joke, so bitter, it chokes, in throats of those who dare,
Dreams? Just dust, crushed underfoot, by despair's unyielding stare.
Here, in this endless, crushing dark, where even shadows die,
The only truth that whispers soft, is that all's born just to lie.
Futures? Cancelled, erased by night, under a moon bleeding red,
Life's but a brief, agonizing fight, in a world already dead.
So, revel in this, this ode to nothingness,
A symphony of destruction, in a universe of distress.
No light, no dawn, no end in sight, just eternal, fucking night,
A perfect, pure, unyielding void—total, absolute, outright.
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