A Heanvenly Black Hole

A gust of wind,
or maybe a sigh,
a sign of sorrow,
all the same now,

Nothing left to fight,
a broken life,
of pity and pain,
it all feels like nothing now.

As I sit here,
I persue a place,
where pain exists,
where I can feel,
and know im not alone,
to know I'll see again,
once the flame explodes.