The Supernova of Emptiness

Pathetic, the word I just can't seem to outrun it beats me to alley-way exits, creating dead to ends, enclosed places Defeated, it might as well be the twin The effects, they refuse to cease yet love to seize me I've made so many plans, so many plans to alter the aspect tread on broken glass to allow Karma to change sides but at the last minute, I exchanged those plans for different names to sustain an imaginary legacy 'Divided into pieces of the sun' so the poet's dream is comprised of Ra, the Sun God or am I chemically flawed in my mind...likely The voices in my mind command to enjoy the beauty in reality their response is an open mouth for I have laughed in their faces What beauty does the death of children portray What beauty lies in seeing grown adults fight over a molded piece of bread Imagination, now a similar corrupted world when the poet merges two worlds and dives recklessly straight into the sun Disoriented by emotions, morals; how can I breathe I am lost, dial 911ost; I've lost my mind and the locks simple math, I cannot when math is not involved When will the citizens of Earth open their ears and hold their tongues Get off my back, let me relax; I'm derailing from this track The fluorescent, white light blinding me the only thing I'm able to see myself combusting into several thousand degrees The supernova of beginning dreams now dubbed the supernova of emptiness shining as bright as a dying star