Emotional Contingency

A complex; standalone 
A shade of monochrome
-in the visceral war zone 
A shield becomes a home 

I sit in contemplation
Compelled by isolation
Abandoned indignation
A train stuck at the station 

A fog of midnight blue 
A baseless, abyssmal hue
No heed for what to do 

A distance from the crowd
Held in cerebral shroud
No feelings were aloud 
The knight was just too proud 

A mission to remember 
The pains of last November 
Was not one with the gender
You cannot be too tender 

Insipid disconnection
Can find no resurrection
The self forgets retention 
Plunged from its own discretion 

In the end, I am not sane
There is no purpose 
Life is in vain
All things are worthless
No care to feign 
I lose inertia
I end the game