I’m numb. It’s probably the anaesthesia The doctor gave me. All it did was make me feel more numb. Morphine, aspirin, Novocain. No medication makes me feel once again.
It’s an empty void of nothingness ******* in any chance of retaliation. I’m not cold, nor hot, but lukewarm; A middle ground for breeding apathy And so begins my heart’s atrophy.
I think of you, iridescent in your own light, And I’m halfway ready to annihilate The destructive force dwelling in me. I’d asked myself this once before But I can’t remember the answer anymore: