The Void Poem by Jeremy Fallecker

My white…my beautiful white,
I taste you; feel you on my skin.
I killed to have my white.
Oh white, so bright, as you are pale
on my dim soul; covered in remorse.

What’s that my white? Are you of fright?
There’s no need to be afraid when we’re
together; right my white? Right? ! ? !

You know my white, remembrance is key
to togetherness.
Yours is greater than mine.

Do you remember my kite, my white?
Its fragrant aroma of rotting flesh and
formaldehyde remind me of the good times.
How these lips water for one of these succulent
morsels. It is unbearable for the both of us, my white.
Soooo delicious!

Don’t worry my white; we will have
all the kites we can scarf soon enough.
I shall be freed to join you not long from
now, my white.
I feel it! I’m coming my white, for
you are in my sights. I’m coming! ! !

Cold…black and cold!
White, my precious white is gone.
No; this cannot be,
Something is wrong!

No light………,
No…white…no white!
I need you back in my sight!
Come back white!
I need you white! !
My White! ! ! ! !