Imagine if these words meant nothing.
This is a blank page.
A string of letters is not a word if it is meaningless
There's hardly reason to read on.

This road is a dead end.
There's nowhere left to go.
I don't remember what it means to feel.
Happiness doesn't exist if emotion isn't real.

A world of color hardly exists in the dark.
A stagnant river could **** you.
Love isn't real if emotion doesn't exist.
I checked my pulse and I felt nothing.

we both saw the same thing in the world
there was nothing,
no rhyme or reason to anything;
no certainty and assurance
of a tomorrow or next hour.
but while this made you weep
and wish to die
rather than to live a meaningless existence,
i saw it as a chance
to give meaning to my life
any meaning that i saw fit,
and to make myself happy above all else.
and what made me happy was to leave you
to leave you and all of your self pity and crying
and to make my own life without you there.

The bottom of the nowhere land
has got me torn and jaded.
Learned alot from-
say no more!
I’ve learned alot.

Kiss me in the rain water
somewhere, someone must feel it.
Lies through the teeth
have made the sight weak
No, no more.

Littered with sand storms and hateful
the tides pulling off from the *****
Crack the skull-
pull out the pain,
That’d be nice.

Call out to the voices of heaven
do you hear more than you thought?
That’s just your-
Nevermind that.
I’m sure it’s all true.

Lizard skin and slithering wellspring
locked into eternity’s grip
What could it mean?
Or does that question
Even make any sense?

Even if I’m alone now, from our yesterdays,
Today is born sparkling,
Like the day when we first met
But what good is a heart if it keeps on aching,
Spirit away in the stream of thoughts, the answer is unclear, always.
Even if I sink even deeper into the embrace of the sea,
I will remember the light of better days,
The whereabouts of the heart have faded,
The kiln has no flame to possess,
Cinder is what is left of this burnt away past.
Mother Purity has been staned by anger,
Sympathizing with fury is a lost cause,
A widdow without a child who cries for help,
But who will answer but the voices from within ?
At least the ghost of the night carried her to sleep,
At least she doesn't have to die in a dream.
The dream which shattered long ago

~ Umi

Abandon my most
salient connections

Prematurely,
Unexpected,

I stumble through a haze of gray to survive this inane existence,

Bask in the peak
of my artificial elation.
The cruel facade it is.
Feelings of contentment
slip away,

I slowly fade,
into the anguish of my reality,

Back into my world
Where all is gray