Monday, May 23, 2011

Black hole

** Black Hole **
Can't find this soul
Seems broken and leaked
An essence of soul remains
Bath tub stain of grime
Has as much value
Heart mislead flounders
Inside empty bell chambers
Valves flow blood in and out
Become a pump nothing more
All special significance erased
Loving thoughts in brain
Been decanted and replaced
By mundane every days
Empty thoughts of romance shed
and so head is dead
Soul annulled and a void
Heart a cold mechanical artefact
Brain recants all hopes and dreams
Black hole of existence found
Private torture chamber for one
Where all joy and light enters
And none within is ever found.

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