The gaping feeling in my chest is the blackness between one star and the next.
I am stuck in the middle, with my world only afloat without this gravity because I couldn't do it on my own.
At any second, I'm waiting for a comet to crash down on me again,
But I'm only stuck looking at the sky and watching a line of meteors fly by.
In moments like this, with light years of stars and galaxies, in a world of my own, I'm completely and utterly alone.
I see colors painted in the sky by an explosion of stars and gasses,
but why is it so hard for me to paint the same picture?
When my head combusts and splatters in the sky, I create black.
I've created the black hole for myself,
And I take everyone down in my way.
And atom by atom, I will put myself back together.