Nothing To Nothing

whispering man

We begin as nothing

 

But can grow into Kings

 

Or crawl deep in ourself

 

And become nothing again

 

This is your life

Could it be stranger

A misfits delight

You’ll fit right in

Don’t you worry

Ignore the dangers

But remember here

The point’s to win

 

As the years

Pave the road to sorrows

Your fears

Buried under lies

Steal what you can

Keep all you borrow

And feel the walls

Crumble in on paradise

 

For we begin as nothing

 

But can grow into Kings

 

Or crawl deep in ourself

 

And become nothing again

 

As you tie rope

To hang all your dreams

Die of hope

And desperation

Death an escape

Now it seems

From mindless madness

And frustration

 

So don’t lead your soul

To the gallows

Don’t leave your soul

To be damned

Beware the cold

Beware shadows

And beware

The red-eyed

Whispering man

Beware

The red-eyed

Whispering man

Beware

The red-eyed

Whispering man

 

You know we begin as nothing

 

But can grow into Kings

 

Or crawl deep in ourself

 

And become

 

Nothing

 

Again

 

 

~CLS~

6 responses to “Nothing To Nothing

  1. Thank you so much, Helen. This one just resurfaced in my head. I wrote it about 10 years ago. I have always been intrigued with the Voice of the piece. Never fully declares Friend or Foe until the very end. Glad you had a great experience with it. That’s why we write, isn’t it. : )
    ~Chris

    • It is as was conceived, except the title, which I couldn’t remember. I found the original paper copy yesterday while going through all my old writing after the move. Original title is Nothing To Nothing.
      ~Chris

Your Shadow's voice is welcome here.