I’ve drifted far beyond the line,
Where nothing feels like it is mine.
The world spins on, but I just float,
A ghost inside a sinking boat.

The colors fade, the sounds go mute,
Joy’s a song I can't compute.
I reach for warmth, but touch the frost,
A distant echo of what is lost.

The weight is there, but not the feel,
I'm numb to pain, and even real.
The mirror shows a face I know,
But not the one I used to show.

They ask if I am holding tight,
I say I’m fine, and fake the light.
But inside, it’s a steady fall,
Nothing here, just an empty soul.