I am nobody

. . . I am nobody,
incarnation of nihilistic aesthetic,
rotting grey flesh,
covered in puss leaking sores,
stench holed gums which repulse,
the breathing abject yammering away,
see that which is without essence,
see that which is condemned,
see that which is unclean,
which haunts the sewers and alleys,
the hungry ghost which moans.

I am nobody,
without essence,
nothing is nothing,
that which is without.