Black Hole

They have a place there for you;

A promise draped in silk and sin

From black holes turning daylight;

In depths of Csejte, pulling in

Pressing needles to the pain;

Slicing young and freeing skin

Cruelty by rite of name;

A pleasure shared by ilk and kin

History has made its claim;

The years have taken their words with

A black hole buried with the truth;

The past is its to grip