I find myself feeling nothing again,
As I write with a numb, heaviness in my fingertips,
Desperately searching for emotion only to find none.
It's not the first time,
I'm not surprised, I just had hoped that I could evade it longer,
Or should I welcome the emptiness threatening to envelop me with open arms?
I find myself unsure whether I simply do not know or I do not care,
I think lately it's been quite a bit of both,
How I long to feel anything at all; lust, pain, anger, sadness, even regret...
Anything, rather than the nothingness that claims me as it's own.
As I sink into oblivions arms,
The mind numbing reality hits me,
And I realize the insignificance of existence