A moment of non-concentration

Heart of stone and thoughts of dust,
Feelings torn and turned to rust,
A hectic mind with jading thoughts
Much too weary for your plots...

A screaming voice within my head
Feeling tortured, feeling dead -
An empty stare within my eyes
Much too blind for all your cries...

A shaking hand to paint a smile
Without tears of pain so vile,
An irate mind of hallucinations
Much too dark for your expectations...

Weakened heart, weakened beat,
There is numbness in my feet,
Cannot move, cannot think -
Scarlet blood drop in the sink...