We look into the universe,
A mind and soul we can't traverse.
It's meaning displayed within a verse,
The poet rests inside a hearse.

A beating heart that we all share,
A love, a purpose, yet no one cares.
Warmth within this plain is rare,
Cries aren't real if no one's there.

The only thing we have is pain,
A common trait in this domain
I cry and scream into the rain,
Water pounds against my brain.

Gunshots ring throughout the street,
Our massive heart has one less beat,
The world still soars beneath our feet,
A single number to delete.