Black Hole.

Replace the word can't
with won't and realize
judgment passed,
Based on the past, but
don't,
Don't realize that its'
here and now,

Choices abound, but
I'm worse than
them somehow,
So much worse, but
is it doing any
favors?

Pain comes in different
flavors and I reside
in hell,
This shell is caving, not
worth saving, at least
in the eyes that matter
most,

Host upon host, not one
of them true,
Not one of them matters
because they're not
you,

Throw it away because
it cannot be faced,
Decide, at once, that
it cannot be paced,

Happy? Not here, just
continued residue with
everything to fear,
Residual? No, no hate in
this heart,

Standing, taking it all in,
though it all falls apart,
Faceless among the crowd,
shroud, darkened, that light
too far,

Sub par, without you here,
in this place full of anger, betrayal,
and fear,
Been here before, why can't I
escape?

Shape, in the eyes that matter
most,
sub par, I feel, worthless
before the host,

Try, to the bitter end, to
fix it all, to let it
mend,
Yet sucked back in, it won't
let me go,
Doesn't bother with the pieces,
just swallows me whole...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
10/14/2012