Her name is None
As in short for Nothing.
His name is Blank
As in she erased him from the paper.

While the sky is an abyss rather than a map
Driving geniuses mad with check and guesses
Unsatisfying lullabies sing the lonely to sleep
as the only antidote is cancer of the soul.
Love.

Rain is only broken glass
from hollow, see through diamonds
shattered from the dead road map above
like fools gold tricking the best of blue eyes.

The leaves are dead, the sidewalks broken
hands are crumbling,
Shattered Michaelangelo masterpieces
Hands carved for Nothing and No one
If only memories can be burned to ashes
like day old Polaroids that serve no purpose.
None's lips are glassy and cold

The non existing is her favorite color.
The eyes of God looking towards the opposite direction
Waiting in hells limbo of brokenly alive
and the transparent is just a nickname now
as her whisper grows silent in the twilights dusk

The lack of color in the autumn trees,
dusty grays as the light at the end of the tunnel never shows
Echoes aren't a noise but a feeling here
The reverberation of death at its finest
GoodBye GoodBye GoodBye