Something Besides Me

I've suffered all this and what has come of it?

Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, Nothing

I tried to flay away

into an abyss like death

and it was all Nothing

Every ache bones inside me - I cannot think

Nothing takes away the pain of days.

Plain things look like nothing magical

a hole in the well where empty innocence flails.

A pain like something, a pain like everything

Nada Nada Nada to this

A politic reversal, stoned heart perennial

Nada to accompany the harvest soleil.

It smells so bad over here, it smells

so much like nothing happened.