She has taught nothing but never denied
And bemoans that I am one-eyed, I think.
Altruistically, she hasn't lied,
Nor told truth, and like a stone does sink.

My sky is angry again, and why not?
Beneath it are creatures that crawl and creep
And don't have anything in reason but
A great deal of nothing, a dreamless sleep.

I wish to be shallow, for deep is dark
And there is the beginning of my end.
Nihilia, scared and scarred, badly marked
Stood upright, stared nodding, within her bend.

There, another couplet of the rhyme scheme.
She has plotted nothing, that's what it means.