Black Hole

Slow crumble of puzzle piece palisade
Gutters had stomped your young youth
And the creek's cornerstone crusade
Dives through the frozen fire of truth

Realization crept up my naked neck
Penetrating air that sits quietly around
Waiting for an urgency that seems to lack
Until the pressure of monotony sounds

Roasting the last island on Earth
Pelted the moons of Jupiter to its core
The chains and binds of Saturn pressed
Until the emptiness inside was no more