Zero

I can See
My portrait
Emerging from the sea.
It hides
Its non-sense
With old and well drawn shapes.

I'm like the one who can't go on,
Even if this drawing's so lively.
I can't get out and tell everyone
That i begin to feel those shapes too real.

I'll Sink:
My body would
Feel in harmony.
I've chosen
The Zero
To draw this empty soul.

I missed the chance to understand
If there was any sense in what i see;
To preserve myself from death
I just pretend that everything was real.

Be my illusion
To begin my conversion.

.into Zero:
Creating endless shapes.
I feel clear,
I feel in harmony...

(Becoming zero. Fading into nothing.)