Another useless poem from me as a commentary. Sorry if this bothers. ---- Zero Here I stare blankly back at you, I am beneath notice despite your gaze. I am unworthy of existence, I am nothing to see so move along.
Do not stare, I am not the abyss. Despite the promise of your attention, I do not deserve nor want your bliss. Do not gaze into me, I shall not see you back.
I am nothing, not worthy of existing. You keep looking at me, but fail to see. No, you cannot see the unworthiness within. No, you cannot see into me,
I will not be what you would make me. I will be nothing because nothing is what I am. I will not be what you would see in me. I will show you nothing because you cannot see.
Because you cannot see the real me.
Another useless poem from me as a commentary. Sorry if this bothers. ---- Zero Here I stare blankly
I am nothing. And being nothing, there is nothing beyond me. I am nobody. And being nobody, there is nobody I cannot become. Lacking identity, I will define my identity. Lacking category, I lack limitation.
Oblivion and infinity are the same thing, and nature abhors a vacuum.
I am nothing. And being nothing, there is nothing beyond me. I am nobody. And being nobody, there is
