Black Hole

I surround myself with broken people 

Shattered hearts and feigned innocence 

Violated teenage girls talk about pregnancy 

While sex drunk friends try and disprove love 

I question my decisions every single moment 

Dreams provide unrealistic glimpses of the future 

Places I’ll never go with people I’ll never meet 

Too much risk for the small chance of reward 

Where is the life I was promised 

As a boy on my father’s shoulders 

The happy family and easy living 

Never even came within my reach 

Success is at my fingertips but I turn away 

Shy eyes ignoring what is right in front of me 

Each breath seems careful and orchestrated 

A universal rhythm I’m in tune with 

Sounds of hope and happiness 

That I delicately pick apart 

Trying to find the deeper meaning 

The driving force behind everything 

It constantly runs and hides 

So I dive deeper 

Creating waves of loneliness and disillusion 

A ghostly hand keeps me from drowning 

Her soul is made of feathers, light and gentle 

Mine is made out of lead, heavy and old 

Beaten and worn by gales and tsunamis 

Life a seemingly endless string of inclement weather 

Overloaded minds swirl with thoughts and nightmares 

Imagery unneeded on moonless nights 

Stars fall in violent burning beauty 

A perfect metaphor for love 

Passion lashes out at reality 

Taking two steps forward 

Before falling down the staircase 

Hurdles erected by fear and trepidation 

Letting the past control the present 

Thereby changing the future 

Different outcomes for different people 

Though we all live the same cycle 

Struggle to live in a decaying world 

While fighting to become more than we are 

Never content with my position in time and space 

A broken mind inside a fractured body 

Attracting other broken people like a black hole 

Forever holding on until they disappear 

2011