Empty is the sky
The whole world
Like a black hole
Or I guess they say
Those are different now
Yes, I refuse to say what the scientists say,
But I feel it anyway,
And worse.
I know there is nothing
And no hope to be found of any kind.
God, cut me up
And empty me from the inside,
A little substance
Still manages to stick to the sides.
Empty me, empty me,
No sacrifice or passsionm just defeat.

Im angry, without the red and the blood
No passion no movement,
Just bitter burstings
Like-
Well it doesn’t matter like what.
We all die and all alone,
There is no need for poems.