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.