Intentional Paradox

Hollow as the caves,
Empty as pitch space.
The universe without,
Burning within.

Mournfully she cries,
As wolves howl to the sky.
In the shroud of night,
Have you lost all sense of sin?

Steady you must be,
And fast in your grace,
The universal melancholy,
Without, within. A razorblade.

Cutting yourself
To make the grade,
Waking up
In a strange place.

Somehow this is yours,
This is who you came to be.
Is it what you imagined,
Or were you too busy imagining?