We Are The Nothing

We Are The Nothing short poem

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We are the others, the never wills, the nothingness of death.
We are nothing, you are less; spineless, useless, worthless, blessed.
Burn it to the ground and ground it down;
I love falling apart in your arms.

Everyone is going around, falling down to the ground;
We feel like the world is coming to an end.
Burn it down, burn it down.

Everyone is an angel and everyone is a devil;
All we become is ashes and dust.
Bite the hand that feeds,
Down on your dirty knees;
Who are you that we should trust?

There is a great big hole in the sky;
I think it’s time to die.
There’s nothing left to do,
But suffer fools like you.

Something inside me burns with hate;
It is you I have to kill or save.
Clinical and cynical;
We are nothing to the grave.

We are the nothing inside of you,
We are the nothing that you breed.
We are nothing,
You are nothing;
You are nothing like me.

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