rubbish man

Here it comes
a black desire
engaging me,
to bleed.
When I see
a future
It does quell.

It comes from belief
erroding my outer sheath.
Light waves
do not bounce off me
trembling
I disassemble
to a heap.
 

I the rubbish man
stinking piled up
putrid
the kind heart
the anti-cupid,
sings to black holes.

Physics demands,
that i sing to myself
fill this void
create my base
and I might tell you
praise,
before i waste.