realizations of nothing.

<i>Nothing is real Nothing is false yet here i am lost watching all your faults</i> <i>Nothing is wrong Nothing is right</i> <i>Acting as if these lies I have been told belong Again promising nothing is wrong All over again</i> <i>I remain distant You'd think by now She'd realize all these lies, all wrong truths have faded in the abyss everything that was once now gone</i> <i>All that is left your faults the web of tattered lies</i> <i>You'd think by now She'd realize all these lies, all wrong</i> <i>You'd think by now I'd realize.</i> (AN: very old poem..more reminiscent of the way i used to write poetry.)