Black holes of sorrow, I seem to follow. Or is it me that is so hollow? The blackest stars, burn so brightly. Fallen around almost nightly. The deepest stare, gave me a scare for I'm the one without care. The highest place, I had a taste, but now it's gone from my face. Was it worth all the pain? The rain insane on my brain? The setting sun's looking dim, and fire burning from within. Swept away with the wind. Gone today in the end.