Enotionless

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Feb 11, 2009


Right here we stop existing
We stop breathing and we stop dying
WE become nothing and everything we were destined to be
We live between worlds
Neither living nor dead
We are one with the numbness
Transcended emotion
Void of dimension
Colour and taste can't find us here
I am at this crossroad
I am paralyzed from the neck up
I am bleeding
I am emotionless
I will see you there.

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  • 15 years ago

    by StandStill

    Scary how true it is, that last line.

    5/5