I'm Some Kind Of Different. I'm Some Kind Of Strange Species. Without Sense I Move Forward Into The Darkness.

I'm some kind of different. I'm some kind of strange species. Without sense I move forward into the darkness. I have lost all factories of that knowledge. I'm senseless. I'm lost. Not even Braille could assist me. I can only drown the confusion. Or inhale it and exhale it. There are very few avenues left. I read. But the words are meaningless. I see. But sight bears no weight or value. I hear. But I'm not processing anything. All that is there is the music. The vibrations. They are the only feeling I have left. That and sexual pleasure. All else is untouchable.