Black Hole

Creating the insufferable
Alien visage of tidal vacancy
Bitterness; it hurts to face the truth
Grasping circumstance
In severed locks of pride

A desert ocean
Vault in memory and space
An aching pit of gravity
To string out every happiness
In thin and brittle echoes
Plunged over oblivion's curtain

Engulfed in mass
I slipped into erase
Event horizon unsustaining
The crucible of self-indulgence

Now humour me
While I paint my shadow
In fading after-image on the world
You cannot love me from this mute dimension-
I can only hear you.