insult to the damned

i use my keyboard to type today as if it matters i yearn for meaning i learn about something try to explore and discover within these vacant words. nothing!!!!!!!!!! they won't speak anymore than they've been spoken for in silence, i sit in solitude, hoping in solidarity who will never take my hand and so i will secrete my woes into white wine and drink its bitterness until i choke on self-disgust pity me so i can be recruited by casualty list of your detachment like a churchgoing sinner, apologizing for the death of my aunt god bless the soul titi migdalia save all your sorrows if you never loved her held her and slice your tongue for preaching ridiculous salvation can you let the blood flow crimson red to the blackest darkest sludge and watch it wash over the world until it rots let me ask you where is the horse you rode on? knocked from its bone with its soul split like an unhappy couple where is the stallion that sang harmonious melodies and passion? i believe that he fell into heaven upon his knees into white clouds of powder and sand sorry for your loss, honestly, and hope that one day within these vacant words i use, you too can understand