I sit on the edge of this

solemn bed of mine.

Like sitting on the edge of

outer-space, the universe.

I feel nothing, I hear nothing,

I do see darkness in all of the space it clouds my

mind blacking out the sun.

This life full of space, full

of chatter sounding like a drone of

white noise.

Is it worth the empty space

that's on my heart?

The universe has set fires in

those empty spaces.

Now, I lay in the empty space

that my body has forms in the solemn

bed of mine.