All alone in a field,
That never seems to end.
Happiness fufills your heart,
Like a flower with all its pedals.
The sun is out,
And there is plenty of water.
Then one day it all stops.
The sun is gone,
The water is scarce,
And the flower has lost its petals.
Your heart is filled with sorrow,
Like an endless pit.
The black hole creeps on and on,
It never seems to end.
But it does,
It ends in hatred,
death,
And sorrow.
All you can do is sit,
And wait for the end to come.