Sensory Deprivation
I feel it all,
And none at all.
I see it all,
Yet see nothing.
I hear it all,
Yet little is ever heard.
The smell, I it all,
Yet smell nothing at all.
Like in a glass cage,
Of selective sensory deprivation.
To see the good things,
But feel only the bad.
To be ready to end it all,
Yet to fail at every attempt.
Sensory deprivation,
A cruel and dark beast,
One I cannot stop,
Unless I end it all.
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