In the vastness of the universe,
There is at least one black hole.
In the complexities of my mind,
There is a black hole.
Black holes destroy everything in reach.
My black hole,
A portal to my inner demons.
Slowly and against my wishes they come out.
Taste the forbidden fruits, they say.
Leave your home; travel the world, they say.
The unsure calling that the world gives me,
Swings me like a pendulum.
Live now, they say.
No I say.
Push and push I push.
Crawling inside of me,
Tainting my whole.
Tempting and tempting they do.
I inch towards the door.
The inner demons are winning.
They grin at my faltering.
They are winning. I am losing.
The last stand, the angels inside me.
Keeping me sane they do.
Home is comforting they say.
Demons say home is lonely.
Home is just housing one…
The Goddess is missing.
The Demons are winning.
The Angels are struggling.
And I…am dying.
