It comes and goes Those sensations, those blows. My spirit found me again Caught me off guard, didn't knew we had connection It reminds me and remakes me again Though I don't need it, I don't need affection And I am concentrating on racionality to avoid my spirituality But it's the 7th sense and I can't stop its *******. It's a ****** battle against the unavoidable While all I want is to stay in the void fable It's so comfortably numb and the world is rough So leave me be, leave myself, release my being, create something obtainable; Live in fantasy, be something else, ease your ageing and taste everything reachable. But not me, I am one without a scent I am a black canvas trying to be a paint Everything just disappears in me I am a black hole absorbing all and turning it to nothing I am hopelessness. Apsens and I are tyed together The absence is what dyed my conscienceness I feel nothing because for every passing second I am less and less I'm the embodiment of emptyness.