All Is Numb

My fate's been mistakenly chosen.
Pallid, I place my feet on the ground.
No balance, I buckle, without a sound.
Resting In Pity, on the cool floor,
unsure if it is worth it anymore.
Dead circuitry that drives no power,
synapses shut down as thoughts devour.
I'll stay numb until the guilt is gone
and bloodstain on my hand is faded
It beads up, beckoning and glistening.
Sanity stops and to the urge I start listening.
Like an old television that's stuck on one channel,
the fuzzy static has me fixated to dismantle
white noise white lies without waking
the sheltered souls who don't know I'm breaking.
Here is the silent suffering
Lost within layers of unending emotion,
how to nullify I haven't the slightest notion.
Pending, pending, the process won't override,
the data indestructible and access denied.
Plexiglas pain you strike but can't shatter,
pounding at prisons until your fists splatter
bleak blood and breathless you buckle again,
depleted, desolate, ideas inhumane.
Blameblameblame and bury the hatchet,
I've made believe monsters and now I match it.
No meaning no motive no making any sense,
no healing no haven no form of defense.
I unfold, shoving me into shadows

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