matière noire

I got a ticket to nowhere.
I know this place way too well.
The thought of going there
Makes me want to run anywhere
else.

Generating all these chemicals, 
processes, chemical processes.
I wish the lids would open.
Not burst open in tears, when
in blood.

The light would be brighter.
The fabric would me more transparent.
I should have already left
You gave me the ticket,
the black.