Sitting amongst the wreckage of ruin,
an invisible man in the dark.
A void into the distance,
an empty nothingness...sitting.
He is vapor,
an entity of lost and never found.
Apathy and no direction.
A nauseating view of nothingness,
a full view of empty.
A cup full of shallow.
A lackluster existance,
only equalled by sheer stupidity
and vapid discussions of chatter with no solid.
Better to be mute,
then water with no flow.
Silence a gift to ones with nothing to say.