White Black Hole
Dead as the mid-winter grass
Buried under snowlike-static
Fire and blood in the cold white
Ready to burn out, for you can’t hold on
Promises decay too quickly
Too far from your tongue is death
They die and shatter, solid as lies
Covering a believer in an avalanche
The fire that is unlocked truth
Witnessed in bloodied threads
Too pure for the white ice sand
Too much belief to believe
Defeat comes not from the real
Misconceptions cool all hearts
Now losing hope’s all you’ve embraced
Hiding behind the outside still
Leagues mean nothing in reality
Space filled with words and deeds
Shrinks before the clear mind
The real is forever so, and absolute
Fire and blood in long tears
Tear the mind gently apart
Lies held in unmistakable
Agitate these too-fresh wounds
Embrace or cast aside this hope
Lie not within a white black hole
Lie not about your true soul
Take no comfort in running to ease