The dark clouds of life hover over my soul.

I feel too much,

decrepit and vile are the reflections I see,

my fruitless life

I look to the heavens and feel God's tears on my face.

Sadness

I want to escape,

but where can I go?

The black hole

I think if I can just fall through

maybe it will swallow the vile soul up.

Maybe the escape is sweeter than the life lived

I want to be alone,

but where can I go?

The black hole

Free from the heaviness crouched on my shoulders

Free from the rampant tears and labored breaths

Oh to fall away...

to be alone...

but where can I go?

The black hole