Ill matched by all is the disappointment
Coursing through your heart you close
Your eyes to the world
Begging a silent forgiveness

You wish for a change
Your love sick heart can feel no more
Lest you wish to throw it all
To the waiting abyss

And what is the state of this aforementioned nothing?
It is yearning
It is lonely
It is nothing

In your emptiness you feel as that black hole does
Wishing to bring all in
But when at last you grasp something
It dies