Like a swirling black hole

that turns into a hallucination

It sucks, and just keeps sucking

It demands, outrageous but committing

It presence, yielding yet terminable

the feeling, melancholy yet content

we all have that thing, they say

that reduces us to nothing when offered

slaves to our needs

yet, you judge me for mine

I know, i know what i have

don’t try to understand my void, if you don’t know the story