Lost Souls ...

Black Hole


A soft and gentle heart

Torn open

Lies bleeding

Hides behind a velvet cloak

Not black but brown

Brandy phonecalls

Gin a tonic

For a chronic case

Of rip myself to shreds

Tears fall

Hot springs eternal

This pain

Is hard to reach

Hard to watch


dark beautiful

self destructive

disintegrating soul


A shoulder

Like a rock

Could be eroded


Without ever touching

the heart of the black hole

The End

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