Black Soul

My soul is a black hole

sucking in all light,

all that is good.

I’ve become a festering wound

full of darkness and hatred.

Hatred for my ex,

for all the women who won’t fuck me,

for all the men who are fucking them.

I’m anger and hatred and bitterness

and there’s no relief, no solace,

not even a distraction.

Just me staring at the ceiling

lying on my couch,

listening to the mice

scurrying on the filthy floor,

screaming at the sky,

screaming at the world,

screaming at God.