I am nothingness.
I am pain.
I am the thought you think of late at night,
Tossing and turning, trying to find sleep.
I am that moment before dusk.
I am empty.
I am full.
I am the spots where dew used to be.
I am fear.
I am loss.
I am beautiful.
I am ugly.
I am stillness.
I am silence.

When there's nothing left
But the stale taste
Of cigarettes and warm beer,
Dry lips against dry lips.
Cold hands clutching cold hands.
Loveless eyes and
Loveless hearts.
Weak and lustful
Humans ache for each other.
Humans aching for love.
But where has it gone?
It's all gone.
                       None left.
                                           None.

Desperate kisses in a crowded room.
Murmurs of a promise into an ear.
A room full of people all moving as one,
                                            Breathing as one.
One being: hot and sweaty.
Loose minds and even looser bodies.
Trembling lips, swift hands,
Hot.
        Breathless.
                           Blurry.
Moments of reckless love.
                                                  Lust.
Not­hing to gain.
                             Everything to lose.
Nothingness. Loneliness.
The tragic weight of an empty heart.
Aching for a touch. Touches.
Lusting for strangers across a dark room.
Blind. Deaf. Mute
We wait.
                  We wait.
                                          We wait.
Finding solace in the empty gesture of lust instead of love.
      Chained to dumb hope.
                                                   Chained.
                        
                           Forever.