Droning.
Beats...
No soul. No meaning. No feeling to attach to the sound but emptiness. It matches the space between the bodies tonight. It matches the companions not by my side. And the sound builds with more... But the more is pathetically less.... And less... And eventually not much more than vibrating percussion repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating.........
(Visually, this only fractionally begins to explain the vacuous void)
