Void of the Soul

Silence now, there is nothing to be heard
No crickets to sing or wind to blow
Calmness would be relieving, this is something else
A whole world does not stop moving, so I thought
I can feel my being, but I cannot see
No ground beneath me, no sky above
Where is the softness of my bed?
Quiet endured and I drifted, but this is no dream
Something has taken my reality
Now I am stuck between fact and fiction
My persona to roam nothingness
What have I done to leave my world?
To exist without form or reasoning
These darkened corners of time and space I wander
A path not shown a home to never gain
Memories of color and warmth drift
A chilling cold to unearthly to describe fills
Where in this void will be the end?
Time has no meaning nor does common knowledge
All is set to float this desolate wasteland
A realm of nightmares and dwelling on pasts...