Could I invoke feelings that aren’t there?
Being jaded’s not fun. So out of line with the hedonist I try to be.
So what if I know so much? If I’ve already lost the touch,
the sense of anything. what’s the use?
Is this void just a shield I put up, repelling emotion and all it can induce?
It’s empty, all right. - I’ve kept it airtight.
But could it be that I’m just dying.
Dying inside and rotting away.
Disintegration or maybe just a long respite for my soul.
All falling out, the parts of my whole.
Revive me. Satisfy me. Don’t deny me.
Grab what’s left before I all fade to obscurity.

~ Copyright of Amelia Yeo ~