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No One to Write For
We are our one, the only one
We know nothing of ourselves
Except all that we feel we lack
What do I need?
Foundation, something like it
Something that feels concrete
Maybe another body, to compete with
For the heat that exists just between us
There is no we, there is no other
There is only me
For now
For God only knows how long
I may be a selfish pest,
A self-righteous nobody
But we can't contrast ourselves
When we're all so scared and lonely
I may find the she
The it, the what
That inspires me to care
But the length of time
The lack of lust
I'm just shadows anymore
But I'm not special
I deserve no better
Because I do nothing
I accomplish nothing
I define limbo
I am within limbo
I am a vampire
I am feeding off your sympathy
And that's sympathy's leaving me
While I try to accept it
I'll try to breathe the light
Only to choke on the smog.
