I’m falling through reality

my heart is still

My mind is twisted

my stomach is empty.

 

What has become of me?

Have I lost all of my humanity?

My pulse is slow

but my hands are unsteady.

 

I am not joyous

nor am I depressed

I feel no rage

I have no stress.

 

What am I becoming

I am no corpse

I still see beauty in this world

Yet no passion blooms in my bosom

 

What am I?

I am not a robot

yet my movements remain stiff.

 

I suppose I shall remain here...

floating within

the abyss.