i can’t feel anything inside, only the pain is left to reside

i don’t feel hungry or cold, just an aching chest with a heartbeat growing old 

i do not feel warm or tired, i feel the deepening pain of fire

maybe my soul left me for good, leaving my body behind like burnt wood 

it would explain my emotionless face, and lack of picking up a normal pace 

i can not feel my fingers or toes, i’m left looking like a dead still-beat rose

it might seem there’s something there, but i don’t posess the ability to share

my soulless body has demons inside, my souls been set free and put far aside

i wait to be reunited, with each breath and instinct that fights it

an everlasting corpse; of a true mocking course 

how long do i keep playing sane, how long do i have to play this game 

i want to speak up but i’ve forgotten the sound, i traded my voice for the silence

its all over now