BLACK HOLE

Yes, he's undead
And your eyes do not blink more
are like two stones paralyzed
There is a lot of noise from all sides

everything in it is confused
beats to trample and flee
and in the end, everything is gray
and the rainbow is just a bad dream in black and white

no no more smiles
no more hugs
or more arms
or teeth, or mouth, or body

all turned to stone
hard
dry
no palpitation.

the tear that falls is dry
the cry that comes out is dumb
not all the world's water would rehydrate that brain
already so tired and full of dust.

only webs and spiders
black tunnels, black holes
a huge economic
and concrete.