I cry and no one feels.
I feel to see, I see to taste,
And nothing now is real.
My life is spinning â€˜round in squares,
I cannot hear the end;
The dark is near, I taste it here,
My soul is now too scarred to mend.
I canâ€™t convey the sounds Iâ€™ve seen,
The smells I thought,
The words I mean.
And all is covered in silky sheen,
As I fall to the sky again.
But when I get here, nothingâ€™s there,
I hear the sweet scents in the air.
My tongue picks out the music notes,
And I canâ€™t read the sights I wrote.
Thereâ€™s no way now my ears can see,
My hands canâ€™t taste,
I donâ€™t know me.
And nothing can exist to be,
And there is nothing left to feel,
As nothing now is real.
Afterward: Well, that wasâ€¦ Weird. No idea where it came from (and yes, I wrote all those impossible verses on purpose). And the person saying this is certainly not me. I am a perfectly happy, sane individual! â€¦Well, maybe not completely saneâ€¦ ^^;