Detachment from the World

I can’t seem to cope

I can’t seem to bond

Stimulation abounds

But I can’t respond

Everything’s too familiar;

Day to day deja vu

I’ve been here before

And know all the cues…

Know all the clues…

Felt the abuse

 

I can’t seem to feel

This infected wound

Numb to the bone

And cold like a tomb

Nothing’s precious to

Me to any degree

I’m enslaved to the cold

With no chance to be free