Nothing but Nothing

[peter danielsen]

There is a nothing in my heart
which entered when you died
it keeps on hurting me so bad
especially when I've lied

It is a tiny monster life
which lives on tears and hate
I have a heavy chain for him
but cannot close the gate

When I am happy with my self
and when the fridge is full
the basement noises death and fear
that nothing likes to pull

I hear the chains upon the stairs
I sense the rotting smell
it doesn't help to lock the door
to weep or run or yell

I have to face him like a man
accept the death in life
or cut the heart out from my breast
with Gods Almighty knife