Numb

How did we become these faceless creatures? Milling around; waiting for death... I think to myself at the bus stop; my skin pierced by winter's breath... The image in the mirror looks old and weathered... I am aimless and disengaged... Esoteric, figures speak of war, inciting phony rage... The world seems faster now as the madness becomes the norm... Things are actually what they seem, as I sniff the chloroform... I dull my pain with sweet chemicals; as I peek out from my mask... Within the pale light of my misery, I am left to bask...