Dark deep space (drifting)

The closest of stars

 is but a wick of a candle in its dying glow. 

As I float aimlessly

 in the abyss of cruel thoughts 

that mercilessly attack my tormented mind.

Shades of disturbia

 that flicker in the distance

 as the glow of that star loosens its grip 

on my suspended soul. 

That star, that once was a supernova.

Drifting away in a new realization

of a new gravitational centre to which I’m drawn

and constantly orbit

 in this mix of matter and or anti matter

 I am not aware 

as I seem to have lost consciousness

 in my constant drifting.  

 Orbiting around an unseen cosmic body

 its fabric sheer pain. 

Pain that freezes my face and cracks my lips,

numbs my soul and mortifies my mind. 

As I drift my legs bent at an angle 

and my arms in a perfect pose and balance.

Drifting into some dark comer of the universe.

This feeling i posses like a desperate electron,

wanting, yearning 

to be excited to a higher energy shell. 

To escape this orbit 

and the constant bombardment 

of harsh memories or just 'thoughts'. 

That star that has turned into a black hole 

that the light of what used to be has failed to escape.

Still i drift. 

Towards this invisible cosmic body 

whose fabric mortifies me.

Have i lost to gain, 

my soul leaving a trail of dark matter 

or anti matter i do not know. 

My breath is slow 

and suddenly a gasp of air 

and what seems to be a ray of light. 

Its gravity more powerful, 

Than these tentacles of shadows that linger

My trajectory shifted

that light pulling me in. 

Maybe its just another passing comet

or is it that star 

that was but a wick of a candle in its dying glow 

coming to life?