A numb I can trust

Returning to nothingness
Like the black hole sun
Weighed down in heavy chains
with cool grains of sand & gravity
persistently tugging at tired
calloused feet
Suppressing emotion
and drawing a blank
colorless, pale, vacant face
The rare expression
will cut lines
like an aimless knife
Revealing a glitch
or figment of delight
Bombarded soul
withers in plight
Intent complains
of inner frustrations
expanding without warning
Yearning to burst
through boiling blood
The muscles are burning
but the flesh covers all
and if not delve into
I most certainly will
Spontaneously combust
and return to the nothingness
A numb I can trust
For nothing is all