August 18th, 2009

cancel.

"nothing?" she asked.
"yes. nothing." i said.
that is where the answer lies.
in every unspoken word
there is a million words
clawing at your throat to get out

"nothing?" she asked.
"yes. nothing." i said.
inside every prayer
there is the disbelief
of exactly what
is asked for.

"nothing?" she asked.
"yes. nothing." i said.
there is a shadow
for every illumination and
there is night
when there is day.

"nothing?" she asked.
"yes. nothing." i said.
a desperation-lined hope
sails to the sky only
to fall
back to where it
came from.

"nothing?" she asked.
"yes. nothing." i said.
"i stand for nothing, because
everything is nothing, in the end and
in the beginning too. nothing has
ever stood for me."
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    bored out of my fucking mind.