Nothing

It is here that I think I should bare my heart
my broken and embittered soul
My nightmares and those things that broke me
the wretchedness of being and the exultation of a moment
It should be here that I exist
blood soaked into thick paper
pooling, painting, creating a life that was
scribbled words on so many dead trees
and this is where I should pour my hatred
my anger, my despair,
my disbelief
Here where nothing is anything
just phosphorescent dots on a screen
a false and despondent universe
meaning nothing
reflecting nothing
fearing nothing
It is the end and beginning of all things