Nothing

Am I among those who flee?

So damn meek creature

Resigned, quiet, born weak

Thus safer here than thou…

Long grey, pale day

Its decay’s my prey

You can’t go this way

Thus thou shalt suffer…

Billions of stars pouring light

On my face…

Taste of this life

You are not aware of that

You are nonentity.

Life’s a fistful of blood.

A curse of your cruel god

Watching his faithful scum.

They creep away

(The) infested clay

No matter what they obey

And thus shalt remain in numbers

Billions of hearts pouring sighs

On my trace… Taste of this life…

Are you all aware of that?