Coercive forces unyielding to compromise,
aided by the sinister pull of darkness once deserted 
The comfort of a crushing hand around my throat
Submission assures such sweet respite 
How does one ignore the call of the void?
Such tender promises and gentle offers of tranquility
The proposal of quiet numbness
Pleasant nothings, soft emptiness 
There is this concept of extremes, 
one thing cannot exist without it's antithesis 
If all is dull,
none can be agonizing