• Words can never touch me....
    The warmth and sincerity from them have long sense grown cold. My heart who used to bleed for just one person now remains silent and dry. The tears that once penetrated my face and fell from my eyes, are gone without a trace with nothing left but an empty expression.
    Wounds that have healed remain as scars. Scars that shine like beams of light although healed are still delicate to the touch.
    The wings that once allowed me the sense of freedom have been both plucked and broken; still having to bear the weight of the dried blood that won't wash off.
    My soul has shattered leaving nothing but a pile of meat behind. My body suffers for even without a soul or heart, it still remembers the day he died.

    Desire, pain, lust, longing, warmth, hope, all mean nothing to me.

    This is the way it was meant to be...