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...
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