Empty drank Coke can

Everything.
Can't have less.
Don't have less.
Still empty.
Beat connection vibrates from little speakers as I take out my contact lens and stare at myself in the mirror. Without the aid of correction. My image appears through the haze of optical blindness. Me.
Everything for something.
Something-less.
I go to the kitchen. Throw away a brick.
An empty coke can is crushed in my trash bin.
Consumed, already.