Numbness is what I’m feeling.

Blandness is what I’m tasting.

Staleness is what I’m smelling.

Darkness is what I’m seeing.

Silence is what I’m hearing.

I no longer live,

For there’s nothing I’m seeking.

How is it I’m not dying,

When the heart is not beating?

Experiencing death,

How am I still living?

Kept mum about you,

For there is no longer meaning.