I walk one way
I walk the other
Warm me
I am cold
No liquid can fill the black hole in my stomach
The hole will make me whole
Stitch me
I'm not bleeding but stitch me because what if I unravel
Clad in my skin
Until thoughts spin
That fight the war within
The black hole
Everything is gone
And I feel like a pawn on my chessboard
Empty and on fire
What if the only language you can speak is extinct
To link
You and your soliloquy
To the black hole