Not feeling fear or love
A prisoner locked in their own mind
Nothing getting through
Such a Nihilistic view
A silence mystifyingly deafening
Cowering in the shadows of anguish
That sounds like a cliche
Staring at the world with a false stoicism
Accepting the indignation
A decadent charade
Repentant for all those sins
Tangible
Not feeling joy or sorrow
Not feeling fear or love
Locked in isolation and self loathing
Nothing gets through
Revenge is meaningless
Depending on point view
Destined for indifference
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