Void Poem by Aram Stefanian

Looking at those distant shimmering stars
I wonder how utter void gave birth to life
The dark and light collided, running rife
The holy ghost was free of body bars

We've reached a turning point for novelty
With queasy feelings when love's replaced by hate
Still looking for something else, yet it's too late
So scared of solitude, though fighting for liberty

The tired blood needs to receive a transfusion
The mental drag is such a painful duty
I wish I came across a paranormal beauty
Which maybe don't exist and it's a pure illusion