She was an infant star like every other,                                                                                                                      Her ambitional and imaginative atoms were fusing together to eventually eject her potential,
But she was told to keep a secret.

Since then the gravity that the secret exherts has pulled in more and more mass of negativity,
Which continually orbits her mind.

The wavelength of her life has now stretched into the red side of the spectrum,
An influx of tragic events - multiplied by the relentlessness of time,
has expanded her depression and self loathing,
To the point event horizon,.

Her emotional entropy is now higher than the destination of her psychosis,
When that stretched hole on that belt is reached.

Her future is bleak, but atleast she kept that secret,
He would be proud of her for that,
But not the wrath of her vengence.

"for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction".