Nothing

Nothing.
I am nothing.
An invisible shadow,
on a wall of a thousand tales.
A wandering fallen angel or devil
Whose mind has been raped and crushed.
Crushed by the weight of the entire word,
and left in tiny sharp shards.
Waiting for infinity, just to be put back together

Nothing.
I feel nothing.
A broken heart beat
In a tangled web of nearly scarred veins.
A monster with the vicious eyes of a dragon
And the soul of a used and abused doll.
Once the demon is in your bed,
There is no sense to feel anymore.
Only to fear everything and everyone.
Including yourself.

Nothing.
There is nothing.
A rope or a gun,
Haunting your blurry vision.
A shining silver blade
And the only remaining thing to keep me alive.
Alive and living, though it makes no sense at all.
For who would want to live in hell?
The hell in which we have created on earth.
Wouldnt it be better in oblivion?

Nothing
You feel nothing.
A lost reality you wish you could find again,
And only then will you find true happiness.
A solitary world of deceit and despair,
In which you live in on your own,
And let not a spec of harmless dust in.
Your walls are too high to climb.
Your heart is to shallow to care.
And your blinded eyes can see no pain but your own.

Nothing.
I am nothing.
A running painted picture thats losing its beauty.
Its value, its pride, its charm, its everything.
A little girl who has been reduced to a tear
Shes never felt anything but her own misery
And so it has become the most precious thing in her sad little life
She doesnt want to let it go, and she now knows why now,
because found the reason shes been searching for.
She only speaks in third person, so she can forget that shes me.