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

wall with no detail
face with no expression
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
soul that’s worth concealing

 [bad word] 
No ups
No downs
Emotion gone
No blood
No soul
Automaton

Emotionally inert
Sporadically alert
The drone of the world is numbing

The traffic howls outside
 [bad word] of machines
Seem to warn of what [bad word] 

The pressure starts to build
While the surface is pristine
There’s no sign of doom impending

But cracks begin to form
An aperture in bloom 
threshold to somber endings

 [bad word] 

Distant and detached
Impassive and aloof
The bullets start to rip through the building

Splinters taking flight
Through nebulas of smoke
And the cries of the unwilling

Emotion overwhelms
hurricane of fear
moment of realization

The monster hid inside
Until it couldn’t sleep
disastrous abomination

 [bad word]