Everything But Nothing At All Poem by Steven War

everything, but nothing at all
only the open wounds linger
ashes in the dark, for that we did not want to see

slowly, to the sound of the tragedies
running the risk of feeling
windows in the wall, not of stone, but of sorrows

attack those scars you ply
that don't leave you live awake
wake up from oblivion's dream, breathe at last out of the mud

everything, but nothing at all
when will you realize of everything
or something about anything, do not fear to wake up bathe in screams

open your eyes, spring has come
leave behind the corpse of your hipocrisy
embrace what ye would not embrace that winter day, perhaps it's your own soul

everything, but nothing at all
when will you realize of everything
or something about anything, do not fear to wake up bathe in screams

attack those scars you ply
that don't leave you live awake
wake up from oblivion's dream, live for the mere sake of living

everything, but nothing at all
only the open wounds remain
ashes in the dark, that's not what we wanted to see