This Is Nothing

Here is nothing. The very definition of nothing. In front of you stands a stench. It is something that just won’t get away. Are you disgusted yet? There are no feelings. This is cold and numb, cruel and horrendous. This is what you feel as you sleep through your nightmares. This is your heart set on fire, Your insides turned to ice. Your best friends massacred, Your eyes dug from your skull with a fiery spoon, The lyrics to the silence of Hell. The tears from your beautiful angel, The blood of your mother and father, Confusion to its fullest extent, Hatred beyond imagining. This is me. If I tell you to hate me, then it is in your best interest to hate me. If you love me then you had best be ready for my cruel punishments. You won’t have me for long. I give up on myself. I will go to the highest point in the world, The steepest drop in the universe, I will go there and I will stand upon the edge, And I will scream my vengeance out to the world. I hate all of you filthy rats. I will then make all of my dreams come true. I don’t care if you say that means I am giving up on you. Selfish and enraged I most certainly am. So, now I will tie the rope to the nearest spot, And I will tie the knot around thy neck. I will stand up and laugh whilst I think, Think of all the reasons I shouldn’t die. My mind goes blank and I decide it is time. It is time that I fly. To cremate the remains is all I ask. Nothing more my beastly humans.