Absurd

To me, you are purely ephemeral; We are irrelevantly real. And I am left with no one but myself, With this hollowness I feel. And still, I am hardly here, Just a mass of scattered free radicals. A steady-state cascade; A time-killing fanatical. I laugh because it is absurd, And carry on without a word. She was blanched, Scuffed like an epiphyses. Gritted between molars, Eyed blind, Her body curved in magnificent sacrilege; Flagrant, Inexplicitly mine. My secondhand thing, That some dub love. I just gawped Whenever she took it off; And seeped Into the ground at her feet. I woke up and remembered that there was nothing else; I woke up and wondered why I hadn't killed myself. I was dead set On something but nothing and everything yet; All meaning unmet. All the null that added up to self; All the lives that lie to blindly dwell. I laugh because it is absurd; The others dare not speak the word. -- "There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide." -Albert Camus, absurdist