Disconnected

...Breathing...
...Listening...
...Trying to feel...
Does it hurt...or entice you?
Does it make you cringe...or excite you?
Is it remarkable...the way you can...or is it painful...seeing me hurt?
Does the taste of my sorrow linger on your lips?
Or do you loose it...just so you can do it all again?
So tell me how it feels...to suck in all of my pain,
To be the everlasting shower...causing me new stains.
Tell me if it's fun...raining your poison on my heart,
Flood my insides with your disgrace...only to tear me apart.
...Breaking...
...Dieing...
...Running Away...
So am I your favorite pastime...you litttle devious game,
your best play leaving me broken...never to be the same?
Is this really how you find pleasure...killing off my soul,
Taking away my love for life...turning my spirit cold?
I get so tired of living death here,
Within your veil of sorrow,
Shedding these painful tears,
Holding no hope for tomorrow.
Shadows creep upon my heart,
they wrap around my soul,
You won this game from the start,
I'm no longer whole.
...No longer breathing...
...Not able to hear...
...No longer trying...