What is life without substance? Is Life without meaning is meaningless? If you don’t have a purpose are you less human? The religious nut jobs would make you want to believe that, I hear them each night as I walk the streets, standing on the corners yelling at the crowds as they walk by, telling them that the end is neigh, that god or Jesus or whoever the fuck is mad at the actions of humans and the final days are come, and to repent. Repent! What the fuck, repent this bitches! How am I meant to feed myself if I don’t walk? How am I going to get my next hit? Jesus doesn’t love me; no one loves me. I’m just a dirty crack whore sucking cock for a hit, the lowest of the low. Who is god anyway? They fight over in the Middle East about that, they lock people up here in the land of the “free” if you try to argue the point. God won’t save me; no one can save me. I came to this city with such high hopes and it broke me, used me and tossed me out in the rubbish heap, and that is where I stayed. That’s where I belong, no friends, no money, no hope, a slutty user digging for the next hit, the next score, doing anything I can to find it. Got a hit of smack? I’m yours in anyway, young and pliable. Beat me, fuck me, and shove me down. I don’t care as long as I get my fix…

What’s the point to it all?

Everything black and blue,

Merging and becoming one,

Darkness swallows me.

Would anyone hear if I screamed?

Would anyone see if I bled?

Does anyone care?

What does it matter? We are nothing in the expanse of the universe, just a microscopic smudge of shit, meaningless and lacking in substance or meaning.

The window is over there, open and calling, a pool of darkness, and a drop of 20 stories. The wind rushing by and then nothing. No flashes, just nothing. My life is nothing.