Apathy is a blight
It is walking between the worlds
Trapped in twilight
No black and no white
Only murky dull gray
A fog impenetrable
Made of tears from another time
Woven by happy songs that used to rhyme
You feel no love
Antipathy either
It comes creeping in
Like a spider
Broken jagged shards of glass
Floating in an empty space
Never colliding
Always trying
To reach out and sever the gray
You may wish to feel
More likely you won't care
Pain is a price you must pay
If you wish any other feeling
Don't bottle it up
The affects will leave you reeling
While the fog seeps out
Like jello congealing