I Am Nothing

Parallel to the line in which I walk. I will fall where the horizon dawns. At the moment when the sun shines and I talk. The place is named after agony. There where it is dead. Reflects my shadow against the walls. Black does shade against nothing. Sometimes when the flames burn. Holes directly into hell. Anger creates tears out of salt. Ash forms around the ring to a bell. Sirens erupts into the sound that echoes with my screams. My flesh is torn by my age in years. Straight out of my senseless dreams. Filled with fire. Filled with fear. I am nothing. I am something. I am alone.