Golem hater

There is nothing
There was nothing
When we first met
When I will say good-bye

Time was spent
as it was spent
Feelings felt
it was no surprise

Painted black lines cover my brow
She bent in wicked ways
Those fingers writhed like scorpions
In grey gloves
I am naked though I wear my clothes
I am shaking though I am not cold

A breath of fresh air
touches my wet eyes
floaters cross the sky
I am pretty sure that this is all dead.