Ah, look down, and see the maw of the abyss.
You can see how it eats at light.
You can hear it roaring silence.
You can feel it eating away at your soul.
So why do we still look down?
We look down because it tells us to.
So how do we look away?
How do we deny it our attention?
If you try by yourself, you'll surely fail.
If you get help, does it even work?
The abyss cannot be described.
But trust that others have seen the abyss.
Trust that they know of the deep darkness.
So what shall I do?
Tell the world of the abyss.
Deny it a place to hide,
And then it may let you be.
But sit back and say it untrue?
Then it's already gotten you.