Numb

Numb

The world is dead to me
That which once brought joy now taunts me
Laughs at my hopeless existence
I am not even an empty shell of a man
For that implies that there was once something inside of me
My tears mock me
A cruel facade
I am a void
Destitute of that which is taken for granted
I am left with a coldness
A dark, searing coldness that lies naked within
Sometimes the cold threatens to overwhelm me
It is what I imagine Death feels like
Things are getting worse
The walls are closing in
The cold is spreading
Pulling at me from beneath the surface
Do not misunderstand me
I do not ask for pity
Only that you know of me
I am the man who questions himself
I am the man who knows the answer to that which everyone asks
I am the man who is at one with everything
I am the man who is always alone
I am the man who is devoid of emotion
I am the man who cannot feel
I am gone

By David Opie
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