I told them that what bothered me was
Everything and nothing in particular
Shoud it provide comfort?
To not have a demon?
To not have a cause?
To not have an answer?
Questions and tears are all that’s left

Broken hearts, broken bottles, broken lives
Tear and Tear and Tear at the very root of my soul

No one knows the future,
And even less know the past.

We just sit here,
Stationary
Plagued by those momentary thoughts of hope
Only to realize, that hope is fleeting

Love
Fear
Death
Cries
All succumb to the nature of what it is to be:


Human