In Nothingness

In Nothingness:
We are words less spoken by ignorance…
Standing from the breasts of our existence;
Is beauty a reality of our hopes?
Or just a mere notion of blindness?;

Dreams we are.
We may exceed our vague response.
We exist by the tears of the past.
Can’t we be the children of tomorrow’s aspirations?
Lying closely to the bosom that nourishes;
Why do we love to hate?
Why don’t we love rather?
We hate to love.We love to hate.
We love.
But we hate more.

We are the children of ignorance.
We know nothing.
Do we know that we don’t exist?
Do we know that love hates?
Do we stand on the relentless dawn?
Do we see the faceless haunting?
We don’t.
We don’t exist.
We’re nothing.
We are blinded by our dreams.

In nothingness we’re defined.
We are words less spoken by ignorance.
So as we stand beyond our distant pieces.
Now we stare.
We are two strangers in each other’s dreaming.
We see the nonexistence.
We embrace our nothingness.
We love.
Slowly we are dying from emptiness.
We don’t exist.
We’re nothing.
We are blinded by our dreams.

Now we’re here at the end of our illusions,
Clearly we see each other’s face.
Now we stare.
We embrace our nonexistence.
But despite our emptiness,
We are loved…
We are defined.
In nothingness,
We speak the words of ignorance.
We are not dreaming.

We are nothing.