Deafening Silence blares yet the mind can't conjure anything.
For the first time in a long time, vacant.
If ignorance is bliss, I'm approaching ecstatic.
Mentally aware, that I'm checked out.
I feel myself hurt. Physically. It's bad. Awful. Neglected. Wretch of a man.
Repeatedly incurring that sinking feeling
so this is the downward slide
to bottom.
