This Black Hole

A black hole spreads like a virus
It forces and exudes itself
Through every fiber of my most intimate being
I sit huddled with knees to my chest
A song of melancholic melody plays loudly
As I attempt to drown out my screaming loneliness
The lamp on the table sits in shadows that grow
And this room is much like I am…
Cold, dark, and alone
Demons of my own creation
Hover in every corner
They wait for my eyes to close
My breath to slow
For my consciousness to wane
Death lies in wait for the outward and final compression of my body
As it has already taken my soul
My veins slowly let loose my life
And into a new reality I long to be born
This world is one of deceit where lies are truth
And escapism is our only reality
With our contemporaries we sing songs of unification
Yet at the moment after dusk we doubt
And wonder why our lives are left unfulfilled
So we bleed
I bleed
I am in the depth of the night
And exist
As merely another lie
Another broken life
And this hole ever growing
Is the demon that will bring my end