My bleeding heart is still. My hands are in the fire but I feel no pain. My body has sunk into the ocean but I do not drown. My lips are silent, they make no noise. When I am walking right by you, you cannot see me. My blood isn't pumping, I cannot breathe. I am too broken to feel anything, I've been dead for too long now they cannot revive me. Alone in my grave, so cold six feet under. So dark in here, is there a blindfold on me? Where could I be, that there is no noise? I must be me if I'm all alone! The sound of your voice isn't here to make me live. The missing touch of your hand has left me cold. I tried screaming for you back but I cannot speak. What happened last I do not remember but now I am in a grave. I can't be seen, all I am is ashes, floating through the wind, over the ocean like a bird. I've been taken from the grave to a fire, but cannot feel the heat. It is burning me but I don't feel the pain. All of this started six feet under, when the touch of your hand left my soul. Life without you is nonexistent, I hurt inside but can't scream for help.
-Tessa Hazzard
