realization

once again nothing comes to mind.
i think of things ive never tried to find.
sense and reason,
respect in treason.
theres nothing more to learn.
yet cities and monuments to burn.
the past loves have no importance.
our only bounds, drown in the substance.
now even pollution is florescent.

now everything is backwards, and running in circles.
we're flying even when the ramp is verticle.
pain tolerence is non-exhistent.
every touch leaves you with enough.
razor blades are no longer fluff.

this is nothing, so if i let you down.
just remember my inspiration is running out.
ive almost got nothing left.
cuz the one i loved, up an left