Void

I’m in a bubble of my own making.
Nothing can hurt me, not even
Past memories or future hopes.
Good luck in getting me out of here.

You’re just like others before you,
Trying to coax me out of my shell.
And when I come out, you’d just
Break out the utensils to
Gorge on my heart,
Pick my soul apart,
Tear my spirit to shreds,
Spill my blood in rivulets.
You’d feed on me like a feast
Until all life in me ceased.

I know your kind and I know
You won’t get me out of here.
I’m in a bubble of my own making,
Flying, drifting where you can’t reach.