Bipolar blackhole
My soul is a blackhole
Filled with mystery and misery
It's a myth of nothing
A common misconception
In reality it's everything
Every emotion
Every situation
With enough impact to implode
Relationships are hard
let down your guard
And then it's a mass of extreme destruction
Unfuraling everything in it's path
Trapping the synergy
taming the brightest stars
destroying the most elegant solar system
Bipolar black hole
Nothing less nothing more
It's something I stole
The light inside your soul
Stealing the joy
Robbing the essence
Heavy lies the world
Upon shoulders of bad intentions
Broken into a dust that rattles the earth
Lost crumbs of sacrifice gone unnoticed
Forfeited souls of sacrifice lost
It's a rollercoaster of destruction
Waiting for resurrection of
Kind jestures to rise
Risk it all
Death to those who dare to give this black hole a chance
Waiting for light inside this black hole
A light that may never come
It's easier to extinguish a flame than give that of nurture
It's a snuff that extinguishes life beyond measure
Welcome to my black hole
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