I am the Blank one that haunts.
The 6 pm trash and the 3 am call.
The one that you think you can own,
Or turn into a piece of magic.

But I stand here in front of you,
Undefeated and white as wall.
I am decorated as you bleed over me.
I get attached with your so called ‘links’.
I change beholders but always go untouched.

And you thought you owned me! Just because you had a luxury!!!

I am the blank document.
That is neither your mommy who brings you coffee when you are having a block
nor your pet who cries with you on your table top.

I look at you in the eye,
for hours,
and i tell you…

The more you pain, more beautiful I get.