Outer Space

Floating around and around,
as free as you can be.
But what can you do?
What can you feel?
Free yet you are trapped
in this emptiness.
Not knowing what to do next,
or the meaning of life.
As you float closer and closer
to the black hole, you realize
something in your mind...

I have built this endless void myself,
forever lost in hopelessness and sorrow.

Interrogation

The man sat in the room crying,

on the other side, eyes peered at the window.

While the man in the room thought:

a never-ending story coming to an end

On the other side, eyes peered at the window,

he thought of the people he lost and took.

A never-ending story coming to an end.

His eyes closed and saw the abyss.

He thought of the people he lost and took.

Before they smiled and then cried,

their eyes closed and saw the abyss.

Their voices were swallowed into a black hole.

Before they smiled and then cried,

Lives got swept up into the wind.

Their voices were swallowed into a black hole,

lost somewhere in the unknown ground.

He looked at the blank window, thinking.

The eyes are everywhere looking at him,

Knowing what he has done. His mind crumbles and fades.

While the man in the room thought.

Never sleep with these thoughts
as they can hurt,
hurt you like you can't image.
Yet you do so everyday.
Where do you go to rest?
When sleep is for nightmares
and the waking hour is for them to
come alive?