Some days are like dark holes
Plunging me deeper into that gaping void
Filling my lungs, submerging my soul,
Converging to a singularity - nothing
That there is, and isn't, everything.

On the cusp of senselessness
I hear the sound of my heart shattering,
Scattering across stellar graveyards
Like beacons of frozen starlight,
Glittering through sunless...