I am nothing less nor nothing more. Call me flat tone. Im only here to score. I’m a flat line living and dead. Dead is my rhythm. Every day in life is a day closer to rolling my last dice. Picture emptiness a pond  emptiness. Never to be born. Blacken eyes never to be worn. Never to ride a bike. Hell, never to be seen by light nor the depths of the night. Places to go but no horizon on sight. Blank page. No thoughts, plans,wrongs, rights, there’s no inspiration to write. A leaf that falls from the branch in spring. It falls forever in a endless scene.” Come to me” A voice said. “ Where’s me and do I have a choice. For I am emptiness with no meaning to life nor propose. For what use of dead air would you have of me? The voice said “ I’ll answer your question gladly”. “ In emptiness there is life and you shall give those of my children life. I said “ Master how can I give what is nothing? For how can one hold nothing but emptiness”?You shall fill their lungs and only through breath they shall hold you. You shall give life to all that will soon sround you. For you’ll be the emptiness in everyone that hold all life together under my crown.