Void

I know it's hard to believe
that beyond the sun
is a void.

So cold
you'll never hear me scream.
I keep rubbing it in
that its all not a dream.

I know it's hard to understand
that through my pupils
is Typhoid

So cold in space
no one will hear you scream
I keep sewing it in
that this is all a dream.

I know it's hard to picture
that through the golden aura
is a void.


© 2011 Drake Rourke