Black Hole

Self-expression is the greatest gift a free soul has ever gotten.

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Black Hole

Welcome to the graveyard of my thoughts

Where they enter to never return


Some stretch too far, falling still, faded yet not erased

In the timeless horizon of memory


It devours all, this point,

Reflects none but some tantrums… sometimes


Now it has had enough

It has reached the singularity


No more it’ll observe in silence

To express, it has to explode…

for the genesis of my own universe


A crude, raw, incomprehensible expression

to a word that says it all

From one to many, I want to be.