From Numb To Plumb

I am waiting for a killer to come.
I can’t feel my own pain, even am not numb.
I can’t feel beauty of any charming.
I am just stable, looking for me to get hung.
I only see sans reason tears falling.
I find only people becoming alive succumb.
I know these are nothing effecting.
I want somebody to come & make me plumb.

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