Discovered on the note pad of Physicist Karl Schwarzschild in the trenches of the first world war.
Black Hole
Fill me up
Your relentless gravitational pull
Gimme Gimme Gimme
More and more you take take take
Consuming all my light
How much love can one man need?
Tortured artist my ass
Seeking deeper understanding
the universe upon canvas
Not even physicists know
what’s happening inside your head
But I know what goes around
comes around my friend
Still all the love I give
Simply pours right through you
To her and her and her
again and again devoured
they strayed too close to escape
They simply don’t know you’ll
Rip their heart to pieces.
Invisible death star you are
I escaped your firewall.
You weren’t my event horizon.
by DCT
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