Poems from Cass

For Naught
Call it what you will, be it heartless or insanity, But I find no point at all to exist. It's been fun, in a way, just to be, Yet on this...
Title: Do you know?
It fills the air around, Though it is empty. Doesn't make a sound, Engraved in the memory.   It is constantly wanted, And by some, not. It...