Saturday, July 30, 2011


Numbness comes slowly
Like the dark of night it creeps in
stealthy and heavy,
it settles in silently.
I hardly notice it is there
Until its cold grip has consumed my heart.
It eats away at me
Piece by piece
Until I am but a cold stone.
My eyes are glassy
My hands are still
I am trapped in lethargy.
Break me open to examine my insides
Sift through the fatty tissue, intestines and blood,
until you get to my heart.
See its lifeless body, beating with no pulse.
A machine that roots me here.
Rip me to shreds and see my blank face
shed no tear, no groan of agony escapes.
Nothing. Silence.
An echo
Of what once was.

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