Nothing

Drenched in the pain pouring down
Hidden beneath the pile of distress and grief
Breathing in the thick air filled with fiction
Passing out
Buried under delusive hopes
Searching desperately for an air pocket
But only choking up more blood
Filth stained.
With desire to rise again in absoluteness
Gasping for just one breath of validity
Longing for certainty
Hoping it will rain again
Showering the earth with truth, substance and conscience.