Something from Nothing

I've eked out something from nothing.
I suppose it began with my parents
combining biological material
and infusing me with life
and bringing me into the world.
But my mother was a poor wife,
my father was a bad man
and they fell apart.
From nothing, something, and then nothing.
It wasn't that they had a plan.
But I think that they were doomed right from the start.

I've made something from nothing.
I suppose it began when I left
that horrible, ill-fitting nest
and chose a place to lair.
I was adrift; bereft
of all the sensible things a soul should have.
But my leaning on others to get where I needed
fell on deaf ears
and I wasn't heeded.
From nothing, something, and then nothing.
It wasn't that my new home lacked flair.
It was quite the castle
but built on empty air.

I've fabricated something from nothing.
I suppose it began when I flooded
my biological casing with fluids and fogs
to confound and confuse
I try and be hot-blooded,
but I know that I can't lose.
Even if this all falls to pieces,
the shards on the ground will slice
and my blood will flow again
and I'll use it to entice another empire.
From nothing, something, and then nothing.
It's not that I'm uncertain.
It's just that I know to expect fire.
And eventually the day will come
and it will be my pyre.