Senses fail,
never-ending wish;
stone heart,
morphine's kiss;
shut off emotion -
both sorrow and love -
and embrace the numbness
I crave so dearly,
never feeling again;
no heart to adore with,
no eyes to see -
a conscious statue,
a living corpse,
that which is only meant to be.
Author notes
Eh. I was bored. No comments.
Critique?
Comments
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i love it! Awesome job, Kellie

