The feeling of neutral,
Is bleak and bland.
For I cannot fathom
This life of random.
This feeling of doom,
It is present
Yet seldom.
It is static
And paralytic.
I feel erratic.
Yet I am calm,
Content.
But my mind,
Unresponsive,
Perhaps braindead.
My sanity,
Decreased
To the thinnest thread.
As this feeling of neutral,
Has emptied my head.
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 3:35 AM UTC
The feeling of neutral,
Is bleak and bland.
For I cannot fathom
This life of random.
This feeling of doom,
It is present
Yet seldom.
It is static
And paralytic.
I feel erratic.
Yet I am calm,
Content.
But my mind,
Unresponsive,
Perhaps braindead.
My sanity,
Decreased
To the thinnest thread.
As this feeling of neutral,
Has emptied my head.
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