Shrouded

I hear your words
you're reaching out
but you can't touch me
and you can't help

I know you want to heal
but my wounds are not of the flesh
you'll never see me bleed
so you can't conceive the rest

your heart is gold I'm sure
but I'm dark, and I'll never shine
I seek absolution somehow
but your purity will never be mine

I see your eyes searching
my soul for a sign of life
but I died long ago, and you'll find
no trace of loss in my eyes

the torment is here if you can see it
in every brutal truthful lie
though it's concealed I don't try to hide it
as it's not something you'd recognize