Black Hole

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My heart is gone,
Turned into space dust,
Black hole
Sucking my life away with every second
But never reaching the end.
There is no more beating,
No hums
Because sound doesn't sound
Like anything where there is no air.
And singularity sits in systole
Disturbed in diastole by despair.
Supernova void
Invites me to the edge
But I'll be torn apart before I ever get there,
Stretched into a stream so thin
My existence will be as if it were not -
For eternity on end.

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