Mason

Nothing

Eat me, you will die.

You will not have a second

try. Only once, this time.

Neither yours or even mine.

 

Nothing.

 

Rich people need me, poor

people don't. Drinking me

isn't an option. I won't fulfil

your quench for thirst.

 

Nothing.

 

I'll never be seen in the

light of day. But spreading

me will make it all go away.

Give me a chance, I am.

 

Nothing.

 

Goodbye world, I have no

use here. Only dreaded looks

and some of them are just pure

fear. I won't show my  face.

 

 I'm Nothing.



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