Nothing is real
Nothing
Nothing is
She survived demons and dark lords and herself
She should never have faded away
never have burned away
She should never have succumbed to mere fever
should never have
There is no fire
There is no flame
There is nothing
She is beautiful in death, as in life
But the shining eyes are dull
But the entrancing smile is gone forever
But there is nothing left of her
So silent, so still, so wrong for her
Nothing is right
Nothing
Nothing is
I do not weep, as they do
I long to weep and mourn, as they do
I need more than tears
I must find something
I must do something
I must
Nothing is right
Nothing
Nothing is