They speak of paths to endless grace, 

A calm and bright, enlightened space. 

But skip the part about the dread, 

An awful terror lies ahead.

 

It isn't peace that greets the fall,
But silence vast and void of all.
No story left, no voice, no name—
With dying screams of ego’s flame.

 

The mind dissolves, the “I” is torn,
Not gently—no, the self is shorn.
A scream unheard, a groundless drop,
That never ends, that never stops.

 

There’s nothing left, no one to be,
Just horror wrapped in liberty.
No self to hold, no soul to find—
Just echoes screaming in your mind.

 

You’re not reborn, you’re torn apart—
A truth that shatters every part.
The comfort gone, the dream revoked,
In ash and silence you’ve awoke.

 

The soul you chased? It was a mask.
The path ahead? A timeless cask.
No light appears when self is done—
Just night that swallows every sun.

 

There’s nothing left, no one to be,
Just horror wrapped in liberty.
No self to hold, no soul to find—
Just echoes screaming in your mind.

 

Enlightenment? A myth we sell
To shield ourselves from tasting hell.
But some return to tell the tale—
A truth too far beyond the pale.

 

So tread with care, if truth you seek.
That void will strip you soul to cheek.
And when the “you” is finally gone—
You'll find the dark was all along.

 

There’s nothing left, no one to be,
Just horror wrapped in liberty.
No self to hold, no soul to find—
Just echoes screaming in your mind.