nought

I'm empty.
My soul can no longer consume any joy
That is plenty
Throughout the world I can watch and enjoy.
I am tasteless.
The further I go the bleaker are thoughts
And existence
Seems truly unworthy to feel and is nought.
I'm out
Of life and of love and of feelings that I used to scream
Out loud.
There is nothing left here to wish, there is nothing to dream.
I'm colder.
Seeing the darkness and feeling the unfelt - the thrill
I can't wait any longer.
I'm cold and mercury does speak the truth and it will.