The Poetic Idiot

Nothing

Nothing

Based upon The End by My Chemical Romance

Fill the room, there’s space for all,

Front row seats for hell’s role call

Now that you’re here you cannot leave,

There’s no false hope, so scream and heave,

We’ll ask you questions before your time,

If you want to be nothing at all, that’s fine.                            

Stare into the mirror, have faith it will change,

Now open your eyes, it’s always the same.

You won’t be saved no matter your price,

I never promised that this would be nice.

You always dreamt your end would be something,

So I won’t hesitate to tell you it’s nothing.