Here's to nothing;
As always.
Let  us toast
To petty jealousy and bitter betrayals
That years nor antibiotics can cure.
Let's drink to wasted memories
and missed opportunties,
and let's get drunk and do it all over again.

I find myself fascinated by your flaws.
Eternities laid to waste gazing upon the vast emptiness of your eyes.
Do you miss the company of your creator?
Or have you forsaken him as well?

You can't reach me.
We don't even exist on the same level.
If you believed half the things I did
You'd be making out with a loaded weapon before
You could even begin to understand.
Your a constant, fruitless chase.
An empty promise.
A futile attempt of darker forces to upset the current balance.
Your an illusion and a ghost.
In the end; you were everything yet you were nothing.
God, Fate and Destiny have nothing to do with it.
You are just the creation of a fragile ego and a wanton heart.

The sound invades my audio waves,
Distorting the tension,
Erasing the lines
Between the drudgery and the constant,
The eternal struggle and daily events.
I’m blind.
Utterly confused and
Sans serif.
A matter of happenstance.
Degradation of mental cells
Imaginary particles, dancing.
Vibrating in one big **** of a dream.