by Terrence Aym

Created on: November 25, 2009   Last Updated: December 23, 2011

I am the master of nothing,
In a city that doesn't exist,
In a land that never was,
Yet as no one I persist.

I am the master of everything,
That you can never see,
My domain stretches outwards,
To a nonexistent sea.

I am the master of something,
Within this paradox bubble,
Outside the inside matrix,
An enigma within a puzzle.

I am the master of nothing,
Of space and voids and such,
You might think that it's impressive,
But it isn't very much.

I am the master of yesterday,
Of all that's past and gone,
The snows that have all melted,
And every forgotten song.

I am the master of nothing,
No joy, no pain, I'm free,
I stopped living long, long ago,
I'm dead you know, you see?

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