Nothing.
A void.
A dissemination of figures from a reality I cannot avoid.
**** me now.
Both angels and devils, their pettiness and frugal lifestyles mean nothing to me.

When I die, I want nothing but rain as a tribute.
A refreshing remembrance of all I could do, and all I never did.

Hard as coal, soft as hail.

**** me, and I'll sing.