Analysis of Iam here

There is no context to you
no content to drive you
you read from pieces of glass
held it to magnify or reduce
laid in a bed made of paper
with snakes on your eyes
you see nothing
you see everything you are not
you are something and nobody
all at the same time
ungratefulness is your friend
death is what you want to achieve
you have everything to achieve yet you are here
you lied days nights and weeks
you search nothing
no peace, no war, no silence, no salvation
you crave nothing
you blame me for what you are
yet here you stand facing me
and I you
can't you see it's me and you all the same
I have known what to
and it's always nothing