Jibberish Corner

I feel. I hear. I see.
I sense... and yet
My bonds get severed
My mind meek, perhaps helpless
It must not allow its saturation in shallowness
any longer
Nor should it long to compete
with the longing of other's hearts.
Want.
Is this it?
The world is shrinking into threes and twos.
I fear. They too be eaten
into this blackhole
I've created
they've created
we've all created
blackhole prisoned by its sooty black pitiful stomach
Never to be casted eye, nor ear nor tongue, upon
Only their spirit remains
and yet it is not their own
but mine.