Empty shell

In the forest I could not hear any noise
nor that wind nor that of the branches.

In the morning I caught no beauty
dawn escaped from my hands.

The smell of freshly fallen rain
was unknown, I not perceived.

I was angry at myself
because I could not really be so.

The color of the blank
I embraced as a sheet,
darker of black
that sparkled in the flavor of anything ...

I wanted to taste what I craved.
But it was so impossible:
I did not want anything really.

The truth is that I do not feel anything,
I feel nothing,
I am only an empty shell.
sloth has become my life partner.

I steal emotions with empathy.
lies that I have,
for try adrenaline.
I can not take anything,
I can not prove anything,
I can not hear anything.
I can not feel anything.
I feel dead, alive.