Hallowed Poem by Holly Heron

Fill the void,
The hole,
The hole as deep as an ocean,
As black as the darkest night,
As painful as the bed,
The bed of needles I must lie upon,
But this my respite,
My sanctuary,
The place where non invade,
To fill this sacred place,
Would be my blasphemy,
My sin,
But to stay in this eternal prison,
To feel this pain,
And yet still be myself,
Or let others in,
Let others in this hallowed place,
The pain would leave,
But I myself may vanish.