How does it feel to feel nothing?
Like a rock at the bottom of a stream. It's just there the river running past bumping it every now and again.
How does it feel to feel nothing?
It feels as a winters day, snow on the floor, sun shining, clouds aloof with mischievous grins, leading on the children for just a little more snow so they don't have to go to school. But there's a tree, in the woods, no leaves, no-one to admire it's  none existent beauty. Instead it stands there half dead, rotting.
How does it feel to feel nothing?
It doesn't