God Devil Ghost

I once sat in my room at three in the morning.

Inside the darkest hour,

 Mark told me a story

I didn’t think was real, about nothingness,

And I said “Nothing?”

Nothing.

And I sat saying nothing.

Unable to speak,

The story was about demons and angels.

And I thought of course,

Nothing,

And I slept unanxious,

Of the nothingness unmanufactured.

My mind was life

Judged not guilty,

But nothing.