Nothing X Everything

When you really expect nothing

You realize that loneliness is always going to extend

The hand of misery

Throwing up your final

Longing which sheep before the wolf

And tell me what do you expect from nothing?

Roam in circles

Watching darker

Looking for the grow

Where you will never find it

In the end, the bitter hope

Of the miserable time

That remains

As a scar in agony

Poisonous reality that mocks in waiting

As if the law of signs were reversed

And nothing makes sense

Poisonous reality that mocks in waiting

As if the law of signs were reversed

And nothing makes sense

And nothing makes sense

And nothing makes sense