There is blood
dripping from my bones.
A scream rings in my head,
my heart shudders in fear.
Shards of glass,
drown in my paper skin.
And tears dry;
they leave my eyes burning,
as a desert does in hot summers.
My blood, it's so cold,
it's ice, it's freezing.
Sweat, salty and warm,
falls from my temple,
down to my shoulder blade.
it sizzles and vanishes,
even though my body is cold.
There is dirt under my nails,
mixed with scarlet hues.
It hurts, no, not my body.
My soul, it's ripping apart,
thread by thread,
it's hurting.
There is no pain left now,
my body is numb now,
my brain, cynical of every truth.
My heart, does not exist.
It was buried alive,
Just like everything else I had.
Hopes, dreams, happiness,
nothing remains.
It feels good now,
not to feel anything.
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