Empty

I can still smell the musty clothes and particle board where the carpet was in this stale, empty room...
The humidity from last night's rain just adds to the dreary hollowness now...
The radio plays some static-laden, long forgotten song, and I sigh...
I sigh from the bitter emptiness and lack of laughter that is utterly apparent now...
I think back to the cold stares and my paranoid facination with the inevitable end...
The neglected trash bags in the corner give off a sweet and horrible stench...
My motivation has wandered off with my passion and they are probably half-way to Mexico by now...