The Player Who Takes No Chances

There is a greater blackness

And many would wish to see

There is a greater blackness

Than most would care to contemplate

There is a greater blackness

Those who have tried to tell of the blackness

Has always found their words turned into nonsense

Those who have tried to tell of the blackness

Has always found their memories, lost or transformed

Into doctrines and philosophies

They never intended

Or possibly their bodies and minds as they conceive such things

Lost forever in the blackness

That few would wish to see, and most do not dare to contemplate

There is a greater blackness

Perhaps in their final moments they may realize

Or be shown, that they were, after all

Only unknowing players in a nameless

endless game

Only unknowing players

And after these souls have been thrown screaming into oblivion

No voice remains to tell the score

Save the howling voice of the blackness

There is a greater blackness

There is a greater blackness

No voice remains

No voice remains

No voice remains

Thomas Ligotti