Alone, left by conciousness
Towards a place of nothingness
Bored, tired of observing
On things that doesnt change

Talking to the self, asking
For I might get something
But its withered and rotten
Dry, crumbled and forgotten

Tried to touch for I might feel
Tried to listen for I might hear
Tried to gape for I might taste
Some happiness that seems evasive

Numbed on lifeless place
Listened on the music and sound of silence
Tasted the awful serving of life
While being in the lifeless situation