I am nothing, none, and no one;

What was left has come undone;

I feel no love, I feel no pain;

With a conscious cauterized,

there’s nothing to disdain.

Look inside, there’s nothing there;

There’s nothing left to love nor be appreciated; to hate nor be hated; every passion was castrated.

Though a process arduous,

I have become anonymous;

I am no one, and nothing.