Uninspired by all events taking place
He sits alone in his solitary space
His face wrinkled up, pale and grim
Numb to all that is around
He stares but yet he does not see
A mind drawn far from reality
Senses all subdued and thin
Strength sapped from obscurity
Opinions in a home of no reality
Feelings that come from all neutrality
Mindless talk and promiscuity
People around lacking any kind of real personality
He bides his time in continual tedium
Lack of sleep, unnourished intellectual appetite
Sees the world with an extremely dim light
He feels so cold, his heart so dead from within