In an empty space,
occupied by such great hate,
is allowed to gather,
What happens?

Is it the beginning of revenge?
Or fear? Or sorrow, so deep it tears?
Maybe bitterness?
On a world so occupied with itself.

A great sense of being alone, surely.
But who really knows.
Unless your on that edge,
waiting to jump into space.

A dark, never ending space,
that is utterly inescapable.
But, what happens
when something that seemed so impossible
is actually accomplished?

Where is the end?
And after so much is consumed by that space,
what is left to come out?
And who?