Staring at the wall, dying. This lake of disgust an endless sinking. Your words of comfort, a useless thought

Then all I had was a gift that allowed me to feel all the pain

From surrounding people, I could touch, their anguished souls

I could feel the weight of their eternal failure

I felt the pain of the victims

Gushing out of wounds

All given by devils feasting upon their nightmares

Now that I don't feel anything at all

I need to taste this torment again