Enter the Void
by Brooke Peipert
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
We have leather couches and flat screen t.v’s,
Foods you cant pronounce
And bestfriends made of trees.
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
We have art on the walls,
And chandaliers the size of cars.
We provide the best safety, if your scared just make the call.
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
Our neighbors are always quiet,
And our bathrooms are made of gold.
Where people never age,
But instead choose to stay old.
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
Where backyards turn to mountains,
And puddles turn to oceans.
Where heart breaks are never bad,
Your just cracked, Your never broken.
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
Where smiles grow flowers, and the sun is never needed.
Where fruits yell “i love you”,
While theyre being eaten.
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
Where everybody greets you,
Saying “have a good day”.
And you say “you too, because in the void we’ll be safe”.
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
Where parents never die, and divorces dont exist.
Where coffins arent made, and all we do is kiss.
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
Where love letters turn to bibles,
And religions dont exist.
And all we do is good because evil never lived.
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
People move in all the time, with tears running down their cheeks.
saying “Oh, Void save me!”,
And it says “i got just the thing”.
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
Where all you see is black,
So just imagine all the rest.
Where rainbows come out of palms,
And intelligence isnt based off tests.
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
Where animals talk English,
And walk humans on leashes.
And all you see is peace
Because humans were defeated.
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
Where your feelings dont exist,
And you forgot how feeling felt.
Where your in a room full of people,
But know your by yourself.
Enter the void.
Its nice here.
Call 1-800-ENTERVOID
To reserve your ticket to loneliness.
you’ll be fine.
“Its nice here”
