Fingertips

My fingertips are numb. I've been so sick these last few days. The less I overcome. I am sick in so many ways. What a way to die out here. Frozen like time stands still. There's no need for me to fear. I have just lost my will. Identify what remains. Just live a little. Cluelessly recognize. Just get in the middle. Focus on the insane. Resort to disguise. Curiosity to entertain. My brain, I will exercise. Fingertips to shove in my eyes. I'm darker than you realize. A perfect way to cover my eyes. Within a stones throw of where I'll die. The liars in which I confide. A taste of the bitter divide.