They think I am just nothing
with no form or feelings
a shadow from my eternity

They think me uncaring
think me dark and uncontrolled
living in this domain of sorrows

Yet they know not me
but they cast their depositions
ignominious and fatigued

But it matters not being rejected
came in peace, willing to help, was my motto
but to them it meant, just nothing

I don't think they could see a cow come down in snow flakes
or bite the head of the serpent and leave the fruit
so as silence is golden in this silver glade
I will now in order hold my voice static, for just nothing

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris