My Infinity

An empty room exists on depravity It would flout away if it were not for gravity For it is built of volatility It has no strong foundation only walls of fragility It has no door to entre for it holds such hostility Has neither windows nor corners of any sensibility Has neither centre nor structural integrity Has neither emotion nor sensibility It is neither circular nor irregular; it is of shapeless geometry Desolated as an old cemetery For it is uncertainty holding on to animosity Obscurity mingling with insanity It is a state of man is a vast tundra in its totality Lost with only the endless whiteness of a wintry fatality This is my soul in its singularity Deprived of your femininity In a world of shadows and insatiability Where humanity had lost all dignity You are my integrity My infinity