Numb of Terror : Part 2


am I really dead,
I prefer to be alone
not be a stupid mask
in a room filled
of not
but the same
of me
is not the same,
you wouldn't understand.
And no, you think you do,
You haven't lived 47 years
in these ****** shoes
and so until you do,
there's no comprehension,
no articulation,
no intellectualism
of a cold feel of a wrist.

Yeah, I'm fallen,
but I hope too
you are dead.
Try sleeping
with the silence
of the tainting.