Dark Matter

My friend and I fought over
Who was to be the blackest hole
With short skirts and pearl earrings,
Our heels covered in blood
We walked on air
And our tears became rain

Then one misty morning
I turned and she was gone
My problem solved, but I no happier
I walked higher still
Until the people below couldn't hear me
And I ran out of air to breathe

I awoke to darkness,
Black, damp, heavy darkness - but still I could see
And hear, but neither feel nor taste
And I did not know if I were better off.
Just got to my feet, to find the world swaddled
To protect it from people like me