Zero

I can See
my portrait
emerging from the sea.
It hides
its non-sense
with old and well drawn shapes.

I'm like the one who can't go on,
even if this drawing's so lively.
I can't get out and tell everyone
that i begin to feel those shapes too real.

I'll Sink:
my body would
feel in harmony.
I've chosen
the Zero
to draw this empty soul.

I missed the chance to understand
if there was any sense in what i see;
to preserve myself from death
I just pretend that everything was real.

Be my illusion
to begin my conversion..

..into Zero:
creating endless shapes.
I feel clear,
I feel in harmony...

(Becoming zero. Fading into nothing.)