My Television is Broken

I actually use a rhyme scheme?

I’ve always been disconnected

From full reality.

My blood, it flows with numbness;

I live in a daydream.

My senses are now null and void,

My head just feels empty;

Yet crammed with thoughts that do destroy.

Do I have any identity?

Can you call this life? Can you call this living?

Oh please just comfort me.

A stare so blank, a thought so black.

Oh please, just comfort me.

Author's Note

A slightly older piece when I used to attempt working with rhyme schemes. Thoughts?