Tears

To sing mutely
And dance without music
Is like falling in love

In the empty abyss
Of substance abuse
Where everything but nothing
Is a haze full of pain

And where shall we wait?
Until when should we wait?

When we're dying cold and shameless,
Brooding and sad.

Intellects suffer because they think
Of others not thinking,
Of others not feeling

Where do we feel filled hollows
With boiling madness?

Will you hold on
When alarm bells ring,
Sounding through an
Empty dark room.

There, we end.