There’s Nothing

There’s nothing in my head
that wouldn’t fit on a platter,

There’s nothing I’ve said
that I couldn’t have said better,

There’s nothing in my chest
that holds any magic,

There’s nothing in my soul
if there was you could have it,

There’s nothing in my liver
where the ancients saw life,

There’s nothing in my ear
save the devil’s advice,

There’s nothing in my smile
but teeth and lips,

There’s nothing in my eyes
but a fleeting glimpse,

There’s nothing in my hands
but knuckles and scars,

There’s nothing in my dreams
but empty desires,

There’s nothing to me
but tissue and bone,

There’s nothing to be
save Being alone.

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