Your Blackhole

I try to prick it with all my might,
For that burgeoning bubble
Turned from colorful to black and white.

But you don’t even move a limb,
Despite that shock of the lightning?

Is it the cold
That turned you so numb
Or the same hex
In that premature womb?

Then I see how she eviscerates you
And it all came so easy,but true
It was already a bed of nails
Yet she never undid her veil.

Now it’s like some clock stopped ticking
And those shutters shutting.
The drums don’t match that heartbeat anyway
While I behold all of it fade away.

But I try to dig that soul with all that finesse,
Only to find black and nothingness,
Blackness so dark and wide,
It was minus 5 inside.

How could I find that soul
When I was your own Blackhole .