Nothing

i want to fly to the moon
and watch this world
filled with magic i will make
EARTH swim, and touch the sun

i will observe all the fools burn
in a fiery HELL
someday called "home"

then my laugh will be heard throughout the universe
and my throne in the moon
will be the beginning

my empire is the world
a point in the map of nothing
all the galaxies are my kingdoms
all the stars are my treasures

into a piece of paper
in the dot from a pencil
i can see planets falling
and suns be born

i grow the world and found the end
as the endless everything seems so pent
comets spawn a new kind
species proceeded by my own mind

a point of nothing is my home
nowhere is where it is built
architects and mechanics make my day
endless darkness are the days in space

the dot that i live is starting to fade
for that i' ll conquer whatever you made
i divide all the sites as i give life again
and reform my realm preparing for the end...

my empire is the world
a grain of sand in the endless beach