Emotionless,
My heart runs dry
- Impermeable to pain.
A hollow shell,
There is nothing left,
No blood or tears to drain.
Inactive and forgotten,
My lonely core is calm.
Abyss of what I used to be
Obscures approaching harm.
Here happiness is foreign,
No joy or peace or bliss.
None of these my heart recalls
And therefore, does not miss.
My heart reduced to forms of wax
And calmly melts away.
Hot drippage falls
Leaves nothing of
What was there yesterday.
