Drawn to your pain
like a moth to the flame,
Misery loves company -
is that how you comfort me?

Black hair, black eyes,
Pale transparent skin,
Wearing dark teenage mismatch,
Body cigarette-thin.

Not that I know you,
only your pain
living in grayscale -
cold default lifestyle.

Seeing you, walking beside you,
Lying beside you - both still alone
The room is too cold, too lonely
Too gray and silent like stone.

You had nothing for me -
you were empty.
I took what you had,
I left with nothing.

(Darkness - same as shadows, but without light.)

No desire and no sorrow -
Tinged with anger without fear.
Only I walk through tomorrow,
Without rest, you linger there...