Black Hole Ramblings

I try to escape and cause a mental shift,

But I just keep tracing time rifts.

The future days just seem to loom,

As every action starts to spell out doom.

Every day I run more out of time,

Fake smiles and laughs turn me into a mime.

Acting out a part in my own little play,

While inside my soul is draining away.

As my hope continues to run out like sand,

I keep waiting for someone to take my hand.

My mind is a wasteland that grows evermore,

Leaving me breathless; for silence I implore.

My body craves nothing, it's just empty space,

While widening time rifts I continue to trace.