batsose

There is something there reflected in the darkness,
space without light
my fear without awareness
your image without memory
desire without pain

I float here
waiting for death
My life the limbo parade

drugs no longer sooth
sex no longer heals
fucking only reminds me I'm alive

yet the parade marches on
my desperate figure seeking someone in the crowd
deep in their eyes are they lonely like me?

This thought
and this thought alone
keeps me alive