The sky rips through itself with ease.
Self-destruction is an art form when
you are nothing but constellations and wonder.

Black holes tear
through the fabric of the universe
and celestial hands reach through them,
scratching at God's flesh.

Stellar voices echo
through these pits of imbibe
asking it's creator
one question:
"why?"

Fistfuls of stars thrown into
the jarring teeth of inferno;
a flame that feuls more fire.

Planets are crushed
under gravity's legs,
and, like a child unsatisfied with a drawing,
the space between galaxies
crumples like paper.

Tired of being a feast for human eyes,
and being

Poked, Proded, and Penetrated by People

God's first and best creation
consumes itself whole
to satisfy
the hunger.

[04/19, 22:15] Mamii.777: It feuls my heartbeat with gasoline, accelerates it with passion , reminds me of love , true love , the unbearable hurt , but oddly satisfying kinda hurt ... The most ecstatic pain  , deep melancholic euphoria .. A timeless paradox called love .

[04/19, 22:17] My Loviedoo: Are you bored

[04/19, 22:18] Mamii.777: No , I'm passionate about writing and expressing what I feel and what my gut tells me , but I **** because I haven't channelled all this energy in the right direction babe .

[04/19, 22:22] My Loviedoo: Talk to me about something real not yo mind assumptions

[04/19, 22:24] Mamii.777: I'm really sorry . controlling emotions is very difficult , not all of us have mastered it . and it haunts me . if there is one thing I hate about myself its that , I can't control my emotions . where there's rage it rages . but I will indeed calm them and create a pool of tranquillity within my heart but for now I have to keep reminding myself it's not an emotion , just a chemical imbalance in the brain