We senselessly search for:
Something
Senselessly hope for:
Something
To get us through.
The hunger,
for Something,
is never satisfied.
We die in the hopes that it will mean Something
Am I worth Something?
Can I be Something?
No one answers the calls
Treated as an after thought
I reside with Nothing
I listen, I know
You think I'm Nothing
You wish I was Nothing
Sadly,
I am Someone, Something
I will never be silenced

The human condition is a curious thing
One will never understand
Something so delicate yet powerful,
should never be created again
We allow the darkness to overpower,
the beauty of the light
Our suffering is self inflicted;
killing out of spite
We sip the poison,
trying to hide from life
Guilt can never overtake us,
everything will be alright