Nihilism has wrapped it's numbing cloak around me. The bitterness of a bleak reality blinded to it's banality weights heavy upon my heart as it siphons off what little warmth of hope remains. I've reached the plateu where emotional exhaustion keeps depression pinned down with claws of blackened steel. My soul cries out for reprieve from this cold, but only echoes reply.
I've been feeling, well, nothing lately. I'm to emotionally exhausted to even feel depressed, much less anything else. What started out as me just writing down what I was feeling turned into the above short poem. I'd thought I'd share it here.
