Nothing
And it comes to take me away,
this thing I love this beautiful
day.
But inside I know,
the day will grow old and slow,
and it
comes to rust again,
and I know this cycle will never end.
When all
things angelic waste and die,
and nothing is beautiful to these
eyes.
Here it comes to take me away,
this beautiful drug in its
beautiful way.
And again nothing can touch me,
yet this also means
nothing can be,
so nothing is real,
and there is nothing to
feel.
Pulled down by the weight of gravity,
the haunting mockery of
reality,
to me this world is such an ugly thing,
and I have nothing
but nightmares to bring.
And she comes to take me away,
this
beautiful girl in her beautiful way.
Opening her wrist she gives me her
blood,
and I swallow her life in its flood,
so together we live and
never can die,
as I slit the throat of a once-blue sky.
Nothing is
real and no one is there,
in her loving arms I do not care,
and I
become nothing.
-Bradley
Lindsey
