Numb to the Chaos Surrounding

The stage lights were bright. The music was loud. In the crowd, figures danced in strange semi-tribal rhythms and blood spotted the dirty concrete floor. One voice caused it all. One man commanded the crowd.

He sang of anger and pain that only he knew. he poured his entire being through the microphone in his hand. And he was bored. He was numb to it all. Once, he could have been called normal. But as skin grows callused from use, he grew tired of his life from living it. The simple pains of his world could no longer reach through his thick skin to his inner self. He began a pursuit of higher and higher levels of pleasure and pain. He wanted to feel again. He found his pleasure. He found his pain. He found ecstasy in the things he had never done. but new became old and the extreme became the norm. Again he could feel nothing. So even as he reached levels of rage and anger no one had seen before, his mind was anesthetized by repetition. A pit with boredom at its heart loomed dark in his mind’s eye, and as far and as hard as he looked, there was nothing new.