I'm hundreds years old and I've died a thousand deaths. I'm a beast. I'm a monster. I'm human. I am the embodiment of space. The void belongs to me, the stars fill my veins. I have a blackhole for a heart and as meteors continue to shower planets' surfaces, my brain continues to function. My quasars are just as unpredictable as myself. The beams of energy come from my blackhole heart, illuminating my path. They bathe everything with the strongest energy, attracting everything to me. And everything will be consumed at some point. My blackhole heart doesn't judge. It is only hungry and always demanding more. Stuck on this insignificant astral body, I miss my suns and moons. Floating astray on this world, all I have left is keep behaving as space. Vast, mysterious, unforgiving. I wait for my own universe to end, as I will take millions with me. I'm void, I'm an empty space. I am only human. I create and destroy, selfishly and selflessly. I am God, I'm the universe. I am nothing and everything.