A deadpan expression lies on my face,
One I've felt solidify and claim my features,
A heart once loud quiets into a distant beat
As breath comes less and less easy; loneliness beginning to consume.
The lack of things being said,
Cold, empty words drilling, subconsciously, into a heart and mind
That crave the warmth of feelings;
However, my perception has become clouded, tainted.
I sit in my chair, thoughts racing, heart aching,
And roll up my sleeve to bear an arm not laced with cuts,
Allowing rulers to beat me until the skin breaks
Yet, there is still a lack of feeling and a response.
My skin becomes blood red, it radiates heat
That my numbness from endless tears doesn't allow me to feel.
I shake my head and roll it back down,
An emptiness nestlings itself behind my ribs,
My glass heart dropped and lying in shards
On the granite floor of my being.
There are things I cannot stand up against
And the yearn for what has been screams
Throughout my veins; released from kisses of metal
And the lack of warmth, of feeling,
Resonates within me, frightening me beyond words.
