The Void

Let me tell you about the void.

The void is cold.
The void is dark.
It has ice coarsing through it's veins
and the look of death in it's eyes.
And the void eats.
Oh does it eat.
It feeds on fear.
And on doubt, and on insecurity.
The void is always full,
yet always hungry.
With it's lecherous plans
and trecherous hands,
few escape the power of the void.