Black Hole

The feeling of a black hole,
Sucking my being into its bottomless pit,
Ripping my atoms apart.

That's a familiar feeling,
It sits.

A deep depression,
Painting my vision shades of black,
How can I let myself end up here again?

Sitting on my bed,
Feelings of joy breech my walls of pain,
Slightly dizzy and oh so guilty,
I place my instruments back in their place.

Reeling from the rush,
I watch blood drops run their race.

Praying it was deep enough,
I lay back and close my eyes,
Wondering what shall happen in the morning,
Won't my loved ones get a surprise?