black hole paint

Some say you were a savior or a saint
but that’s two things that you aint  
In this harsh world
That’s two things that don't exist
A world that’s got spiky fingers
That turn sticky, clenched into a fist

Crucify me, mutilate me
Fate’s the means to justify
I just levitate above it all
for I have died in your eyes  

I even drank your blasted “cure”
This endured it only deeper
Past the dimension of my soul  
Into a self-awareness
That shone so overbearing
Like a golden throne
I took the black hole paint
And splodged out all fate and hope
that’s not from within, my own  
Black paint that bubbles in my mind
And oozes out of my eyes