The black maw awaits its next meal, uncaring in what it devours.
It is a graveyard of stars, home to all that which isn’t.
All things must end, all roads reach a destination.
So too must I go, into its unfathomable depths.
The void beckons, the supreme nothingness calling.
by Nicholas Byrley
This ran through my head and I just had to let it out. The picture was oddly very suited to the poem, but I didn’t see it until after. Nice when it works out that way.