Have I officially lost myself?
This numb feeling that kills me.
The feeling of neutrality and passiveness.
A stillness that's like death.
Does nothing else excites me anymore?
Does nothing else causes despair?
To what extent does one have to go to feel again?
When morality is a mere point of view,
Is anything possible, is anything real?
A reason for our existence?
Oh God, Where's my soul?
