I am caught, between one heartbeat and another,
No breath, no blood, no hope in sight.
All senses heightened and yet dulled dually,
A voice, it sounds, extremely far away,
It's no one, it's someone; ironically it's me.
But that knowledge doesn't matter,
I am not me anymore, or you, or anything,
I feel Nothing, in the silence of my heart.
Nothing, who drowns me in sorrow,
And drinks in my soul, my self, my essence,
Nothing who has deserted me. Nothing, who doesn't care,
I am Nothing, I am Everything, I am Numb.