Each day brings a new turmoil
unfazed i stand
it pricks me like a needle
and i keep standing tall
don't even acknowledge the sting
am becoming numb
another threshold another day
am waiting for the moment
when i finally become
comfortably numb
my guts curdle
i breath in shallow gulps
I am not present to my surroundings
am unable to emote
unable to contemplate
am lost beyond articulation
mind turns blank
only thing i know is that I exist
where, i don't want to question
don't have it in me to question
and i wait to become
comfortably numb
--
~asto' ma sat gamaya
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