• bhaskar_vashishth 6w

    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.