Some days are good and some days are bad and on the days are bad, the sun has turned black.
The payment is screaming and the universe has lost all control. Jupiter’s rings are missing.
Wrapped around my throat, probably and dark matter doesn’t seem so invisible because I am the dark matter.
The thing no one can see. The pain no one notices.
On the bad days, I am floating through space. Not grounded or rooted in what I know.
I am the black hole. The point of no return and on the bad days, I feel as if I will never return!
That the sun will always be black and the payment right outside my house will always be screaming, but I know that even black holes die so maybe the bad days will too.