Sensitivity

The only thing I feel
is a need that's ever gnawing
to know I'm real—

The only thing I hear
are whispers of oblivion
and it seems near—

The only thing I taste
is charred remains of entropy
as it lays waste—

The only thing I see
is the shadow of illusion
that's surrounding me—

The only thing I know
is love must be my mission
for God said so.