Nothing

From Lucid...

Blake interrupts someone working towards suicide..

This person, I couldn’t say if they were a man or woman. Being perfectly honest, it doesn’t matter at all. This soul was in utter anguish at their own violent and vengeful hand. Steady, sure and with surgical precision at times, yet at others, trembling, wavering, doubtful, the job, the job they finished to the best of their fleeting ability.

With a straight razor, flat razor and Exacto knife, some needle nose pliers and some other bloody shite I couldn’t readily identify and no longer care to try, this poor soul succeeded this night in cutting his/her face slick from her skull. There was nothing at all clean or cleansing about it. I nearly had a fit when I realized the gravity of it.

My fingers, toes and wing tips twitched, but I couldn't cry for them. My eyes simply would not allow it. Instead, I was offended by it. I wondered what she possibly must have meant about it..

BLAKE

Are you nothing?

That which they say

Lasts forever?

Oh how clever

Then what does nothing

Mean to me?

Does it mean

I’m supposed to be what you think of me?

Are you the ruler

Of me?

When was it

That you last

Mastered me?

Which version of me

Would you rather

I be?

One both

The other

Or all three?

I’m a dead Rubix cube

I’m whatever

The fuck I believe

Me to be.

Me is Blake

I am We

And Nothing

Is not

Hardly

An

Accurate

Description

Of

Me.

Te necesito limpia para tu corazón..