Confusion is biting deeper

Drawing blood to the surface

Of my pale and sallow skin

Eyes turned grey with apathy

Lips, no longer burning red

I am the waking dead

No dreams, no desires

I can’t think, I can’t sleep

I am incapable of anything

The knot in my stomach

But I keep forgetting to eat

The telephone rings and

I grab it with feral force

But it’s not for me

It never is anymore

I am a slave to habit

I drink tea, I read books

I talk, I walk, I smile

I have become automated

My life sucked away

By another broken promise

Another forgotten lie