Blackhole

Verily verily my heart is a blackhole
Little things, big things, people, groups of people
Places, events, families, love, care and more
All these get lost in it, never to be found again

Again I say my mind is a blackhole
Sucking in whatever passes over it
Never giving them up
Always in possession
Surrounded by mysteries of awe and doom

I don't want my body to be a blackhole
No signs of life, no signs at all
No color, no light, no-one knowing the truth
I'd rather be something else but keep the hole near

It could be a passage to a better hell
Maybe that's why those who found it never came back
Or a hostage situation, though highly unlikely
But it definitely is a junkyard
Wonder if it has a watch-guard
A few sands on the the shore lost
They'll be missed by only a few more