The Void

In the realm where reality dissolves, A ghostly haze, my senses resolve. Nothing's real, a surreal ballet, Numbness wraps, emotions decay. Whispers of existence fade away, Echoes in the void, colours turn gray. Through the mist, I navigate the numb, A phantom's dance, feeling overcome. In the heart's chamber, a vacant drum, Pulses faintly, where emotions succumb. A canvas blank, devoid of the thrill, I wander through a world standing still. Faces blurred, a silent tableau, Reality's illusion begins to slow. In the numbness, a silent ordeal, Yearning for something true to feel.