Eighteen

Black holes are hungry jerks. They never cease to grumble and ask for more. So we keep on feeding it to avoid feeling this large emptiness inside us. It's dangerous, but addicting. You think it's right but it's so wrong. But sometimes wrong feels so right it becomes the reality of life that leads us to our path. Feeding it more and more everyday until it consumes us, and we become not us anymore but the entity of the black hole becoming us and our own existence ceased. We became the emptiness we catered.