The Mid-Knight of Nothing

deeper and darker than the color black
he was mesonoxian  
I loved him, he was dismally divine  
 
I frolicked in his desolate playground
well, for a time  
everything natural eventually dies
 
but...I miss the man cloaked in disaster  
drab yet brighter than any earthly light
I miss the shadow which was never far behind
 
wallowing in the empty
with memories of the abysmal boy
I find myself dreaming of sunless days
 
like him I cling to nothing
he loved that fucking word, nothing,
he said it would always come back to nothing
 
nothing was absolute
you could count on nothing
and nothing is always there
 
he favored Cenobites over Angels
he wanted the hooks halos just seemed to heavy
thoughts like that, I could never envy
 
dawn breaks through the clouds of revere
obscure thoughts of him begin to fade
the ever absolute nothing creeps in  
 
my mind grabs at the last images of him
pain is felt throughout
my heart screams in agony
 
NOTHING will ever replace you
NOTHING feels like you
NOTHING will fill this void
 
nothing
nothing  
nothing
 
I guess he was right about nothing
it is always there
and I can count on it being there tomorrow
 
nothing
nothing
nothing