Alfredo González – You and Nothingness
When death comes for you,
it will come from your own hand, blindly,
its footsteps steered by gentle pain.
Like getting all dressed up,
in Sunday best
no longer possible to take off.
You’ll see a face in the mirror,
the dark shadow of death,
and you won’t know who it is.
Nothing between you and nothingness.
Announcing times of defeat.
Why bother asking? Why call out?
No-one will be there to answer.
Tomorrow you’ll be up and out so early
you won’t hear the voice of daybreak
crying out, calling you and whispering.
Tomorrow you’ll be up and out so early
you won’t hear the voice of daybreak
sobbing for you and overcoming you.
Nothing between you and nothingness.