Nothing'sNnumbness

I cycle through life merely waiting for a stop,

With empty eyes of irises full of clocks,

Numbness coating each step, an endless drop–

Fleeting from moments, self-stolen with locks.

There's nothing of interest to desolate me,

Black and grey hues haunt the sorrow of glee.

Nothing became of me as I thought.

I became a gloomy, silent whisper of nothing's not.