Numb

A haggard couch, an empty glass,
A broken lamp, a weary house,
A boy inside, with a vacant stare,
On him a face which just does not care.

I look about trying to see,
To fumble through the emptiness inside of me,
It isnt dark, yet there is no light,
It isnt wrong, but is it right?

I watch as smoke drifts through the air,
I can see it spiral around,
I see my soul trying to bear,
This fatal plummet to the ground.

I hear the noise, but there is no sound,
I feel the blow, but there is no pain,
I see her though she is not around,
A hand on me leaving a bloody stain.

I get up and walk away,
I dont know where I go,
To follow not a shining ray,
But a darker thought, a lower low.

I have forgotten misery,
I can no longer relate with bliss,
There is no more any ecstasy,
As I go deeper into this abyss.

Life isnt always full of things to feel,
It need not have sorrow or joy,
For emotions are just the outer peel,
Of the soul of this boy.......