Catatonia.

[alexgoy]

I’m sitting here all alone
Since all the things around was gone.
The pile of problems like the stones in my pocket.

There is a silence in the air,
I have no hearing to compare.
I have no chance to share it even if you’re knocking.

My eyes are windows to nowhere
There is no god my soul to care.
The difference’s bare, it would be nothing or a dozen.

No thoughts about regardless pain,
Which is no more than croaky stain.
I can't complain when senseless guts are frozen.