Black hole ...

I am done with new

I live with few

Minutes pass

Ticking clock

I feel like crying

I don't hear a sigh

Blood is dripping 

Heart is cracked

Music plays

Walking around

No one arrives

Rain starts

Quiet comes

No tomorrow

Sadly gone

Music stops

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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