Nothing man:
I feel like a book
The kind of book that cannot
Be read because it is about nothing
When it does say something
It’s on the flap of the shiny cover
What do I mean to say?
Nothing really
It is empty
As I am empty
It wants to be filled
As I have yet to be filled
So it will suck your life
Through the ink
Through your pen
Through your heart
And out of your breast
And place it on its pages
Everything it wants
Nothing that it deserves
Memories for nothing
That will never be heard.
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