Nothing

For you, sweet love of light, laughter, lies ever told, 
For you, I am nothing.


I am nothing.
I am all but the reality you ache to escape.


I am nothing.
I am merely a figment of your childhood imaginings.


I am nothing.
I am the whispering wind in your desperate ears.


I am nothing.
I am the sweet saliva of tastes, ever forgotten, residing deep within you sweet, sickened mouth.


I am nothing.
I am the touch of frost that wakes you with a sweet chill each winter morning, as you pray for the rain to come and take this sweet pain of yearning away.


I am nothing. 
I am the tears you cry, invisible at night, for the lovers you've lost, thrown away in the light.


I am nothing.
I am nothing.
I am nothing.


Yes, I tell no word of a lie.
Yes, I am nothing.


I am nothing.
And nothing could be closer to the truth.