Catatonic

The sun went down two hours back

The sky is turning hazy black

I'm still sitting on my bed

This emptiness inside my head

The dust is settled in the air

I'm not really anywhere

My thoughts are moving slow as ice

Don't have to feel, it's almost nice

There's nothing left to figure out

And maybe this is peace, I guess

This empty, paralyzing mess

I'm not sad and I'm not okay

Fading out in shades of grey

I think I'm catatonic

The AC gives a tired drone

A steady low metallic tone

A Gecko chirps behind the frame

A tiny lonely kind of pain

But I don't move, I just sit still

I'm completely devoid of will

My thoughts are moving slow as ice

Don't have to feel, it's almost nice

There's nothing left to figure out

And maybe this is peace, I guess

This empty, paralyzing mess

I'm not sad and I'm not okay

Fading out in shades of grey

I think I'm catatonic