Pounding vibrations shake my core and shatter my essence
As other soulless bodies sway to the same soundless beats.
I hear nothing.
Smoke swells in my chest,
Engulfing everything in its path from the inside out.
I smell nothing.
Black is periodically pierced by paralyzing white,
Momentarily searing into my skin the somethings I’m trying to escape until I’m relieved with the absence of light.
I see nothing.
Shards of glass bottles slip across my cracked lips
As liquid amnesia slides down my throat and around my thoughts.
I taste nothing.
Sweaty skin suctions to mine,
And I am reminded that physical proximity and emotional confinement are directly related.
I touch nothing.
I’m willing to pay the price,
A lack of senses for a life unfelt.
I feel nothing.
I’m collateral damage in the war for sanity.