Empty is the Air

When there is no one. What do you say allowed? What power drives you? In the blank spaces between another face, another drink, another place to wake up lost. Nothing is left here for us. That we did not already our here for ourselves. Your disappointment is a lack there of? No, it's the atomic blast of realization that it's another nameless day. In a month that's colder facing the sun, and never sees the moon. Try to wax philosophical but you only wan to the over powering ignorance of your actions. Describing loneliness in a room full of no one, dotted by a thousand cigarettes. A cocophany of laughs, cries and some evil things watching from shaded bar stools. Eyes cutting through the dim like a mag light. They only want to see the things you don't want to show. They always get it, always.