Emotions may not penetrate this heart,
The source of life may be constructed of stone,
So that every tearful memory and emotion,
May not create another painful hole.
A shield of protection around this heart,
May prevent macabre ideas to form in this mind,
May it push away the misery and tears,
May it only let trough the blessed light.
A body of armor, free of all sensation,
Preventing me from self inflicting wounds,
Hands constructed of only metal,
For only metal is to be found.
Trough my eyes I have seen the world,
I have seen those that I have loved,
All of them I do remember,
Do they remember me? They do not.
Trough my ears I have heard the world,
Thousands of words I did not expect,
Whilst others I am so very grateful for,
The majority were related towards disrespect.
My hands have touched in moments of sadness,
And many hands have kindly touched me,
But the difference is located in your soul,
What lies there is not always what you believe.
My words have hurt and helped many,
Precious is that, which you say,
For words travel faster than light itself,
And many times land you in disarrays.
I have smelled all kinds of feelings,
Smelled both the truth and the lie,
Lies were the most frequent,
But I was not surprised.
Our five senses are dear but also a torment,
For trough them you learn to feel,
Sentiments which only cause experiences,
And hurting memories that never heal.
Few individuals are to be trusted,
Many more are so the ones that may be not,
For feelings of envy and hypocrisy are common,
Some of which after a lifetime never stop.
I want to be reborn from metal,
And develop a heart of stone,
Forget what feeling is and means,
And all weakness away shall go.
