Imagine a blackhole
A contortion in the fabric of space
Twisting it to breaking point
Formed by a star collapsing into itself
Running out of fuel
Nothing can escape
That is me
In me
Around me
Imagine a river
And a boat
And people on the boat
The rapids of the water
The same speed as the boat travelling
Upwards
Going nowhere
That is the event horizon
Light at a loss
Gravity is an equal
I am there
Desperate
And tired
And worn out
And fatigued
And going nowhere
What
Is
The
Point?
Why don’t I stop?
Let myself fall in
Just let go
Just end this
pain
I am in the black hole
Simultaneously obliterating into pieces
Incinerating
And no one knows
No one can see
No one can see this me
I’m just freefalling
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
Imagine a blackhole
A contortion in the fabric of space
Twisting it to breaking point
Formed by a star collapsing into itself
Running out of fuel
Nothing can escape
That is me
In me
Around me
Imagine a river
And a boat
And people on the boat
The rapids of the water
The same speed as the boat travelling
Upwards
Going nowhere
That is the event horizon
Light at a loss
Gravity is an equal
I am there
Desperate
And tired
And worn out
And fatigued
And going nowhere
What
Is
The
Point?
Why don’t I stop?
Let myself fall in
Just let go
Just end this
pain
I am in the black hole
Simultaneously obliterating into pieces
Incinerating
And no one knows
No one can see
No one can see this me
I’m just freefalling