All my dreams scattered across the endless skies,
No one reached to light my fading stars.
They only saw the black hole in my soul,
A vessel of every sorrow and shadowed scar.
But no one spoke of the light I craved,
The quiet need for a spark,
So I searched for a moon to guide my way,
In a universe, cold and stark.
Yet all they did was tear my world apart,
Trying to forge a sun from my black hole.
Now my universe crumbles at its core,
As the sun’s heat spirals out of control.