A short poem for the Abyss

Dig me,
A Moat,
of Nyquil,
To Drown,
my Waking moments. . .

Cast my consciousness to the void-
Oblivion

This is a short poem of sleep and casting ourselves deep into the pitch black void of the abyss that we may often go to when we sleep.

Some people never dream, some people never not dream. So this varies depending on the people.

For those interested in some rather unscrupulous and dangerous works, look into the voidwork or abyssalwork. Not work to be confused with demons or anything like that. But the work that works with the divine silence, the divine void, the divine darkness before the light.

Be Ware, those that venture to do such work may lose parts of themselves that may become incredibly difficult to reclaim. It is not for the novice nor is it for ‘fun’. You’ve been warned.