My Life Is Becoming a Black Hole
My life is becoming a black hole
“Your eyes are black” she says
If eyes are the gateway to our souls, my soul must be black
Light fading, desire waning, and hope disappearing
My life is becoming a black hole
My body wants to die, my brain wants to live, a bitter conflict that make me weak.
I close my eyes and pray for silence.
Dark voices, disturbing images, pain, the vile music endlessly playing in my brain.
I need to sleep my body is fading, but dark thoughts are always invading.
As night turns to day, I pray for solace, some peace and light.
Fear grips once again, I know that eventually the black hole will forever swallow my soul.
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