Inside the beige expanse
Between the two extremes
Reality begins to flicker

A wall with no detail
A face with no expression
A gun with a missing trigger

No anger or despair
No ecstasy or bliss
Just a husk left with no feeling

Shambling through life
In non-descript surroundings
A soul that's worth concealing

No ups
No downs
Emotion gone
No blood
No soul
Automaton

Emotionally inert
Sporadically alert
The drone of the world is numbing