No questions

I'm alone, just like I asked,
on repeat, through the walls,
to an all alone, lonely me,

Three's a crowd,
and zero is a steed,
that one rides into misery,

If death is after me
it's either bored
or a double-digit zero like me

Nay, I'm being held up by figments,
chased by clouds,
I'm in love with imagination,

Neigh, he says, I'm being held up by fingers,
chased by devils,
Out of love with suffering,

One is a damned thing
zero is a heartless steed
the empty in a zero, just like me.