you are

you are
to me the void
the purest nothingness

i see through you
because there is nothing
before me

you can elicit no sympathy from me
and your words break upon me
like water on rock

you are crippled
your forked tongue
cut from your mouth

and you are alone
not even your own
monsters will haunt you

no echoes in the void
no memories
only nothing to remember