Nothing

See that man, standing in the corner of Nothing?

He's holding onto the edge of a hole

As the whole of his world eats away at her soul

But two plus two equals four and she hates him.

See that man, standing in the corner of Nothing? 

He's holding onto the edge of a hole

As the whole of his world eats away at itself

But two plus two equals four, and she's walking away.

You

A dark mist swarms in the distance, blinding the night,

whilst breaking the peace into pieces of blight.

It swallows up valleys, the churchyard and moors,

Dismantles their lives and rips open the doors.

Shredding some sheets from a harlot’s worn bed, 
she quietly spins the hoary rough thread.
She tries using the thread to sew back the town's peace, 
but instead makes Neglect. 

So she burns it.