Knocked Out

I don't know how or even nothing.
West-end loves of party dream
Saying nothing
All or nothing
I don't know blackness, darkness,
NOTHING.
the joy must be there
the laughter inside nothing

maps to nowhere ever
inside darkness, empty nothing

And somewhere in there,
NOTHING said,
"Maybe she just needed reassurance."

THEN THERE WAS THIS,
THIS IS EVERYTHING!
Everything is the most
confusing thing, ever!

so we go into darkness
until the memory of everything
fades back into nothing, ever.
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