Visitors from a Distant Black Hole
They come to stop me breathe
To tame my gamboling dreams,
To push that vase full of nothing
Down my arid throat.
No light, no smile, just a vortex
To suck every hope and bliss,
Pococurante they stabbed and killed
All my phantom friends.
With noisome faces, lava eyes and
Gnawing teeth, they looked around,
Too vapid for their inanimate hobbies
Took off this jazzy orb.
Shut this globe, let's not look out
Stop these light speed cannonballs,
There is nothing out there desirable
Just peril and venom abound.