Black

I can hear the bells

Of celebration

And yet all that rings

Is nothingness.

Like laughter echoed

In a skull.

The lights have stopped

Illuminating darkness.

Nothing creeps

Into that hollow

Empty rattling space.

Not excruciating pain.

No despair.

No joyful smiles.

Not even love.

There is no more whirling white

Impregnated with a million shades.

Only black.

Black it is.

Lighting with its enormous mouth

Recesses far away...

Its eerie touch

Soft like marshmallow

Omnipresent.

Omniscient.