Frost
Numb, so numb
My heart breaking into so many
tiny pieces would not
affect me in the slightest.
so numb
a paper cut is less than a scratch.
num, absolutely so.
slice me as many times as you please
or to a depth which will
satiate your desire,
and i would not so much as flinch
would I even bleed? ha
It is a possibility, it is an
impossibility
i am Numb
my body feels nothing,
how could it possibly bleed?
Time passes me
in my state of apathy
blameless time
it is what is expected,
pass without consideration
of the mediocrity that is the human
race,
but
such a soulless action is not
expected of fellow man.
yet and still,
so much pain, one becomes immune,
almost.
not immune,
numb is the correct word.
such a lonely place to be,
in the world of Numb.
but so lovely at the same time.
wonderfully separate from the state
of mind in which I suffered so much
anguish, deep slashing festering
burning sinking pain.
inflicted upon me
by stranger and friend alike.
beautiful it is this remote land of
detachment.
it is unnatural, I must not dwell here too long,
for each time I visit,
I am tainted more than before
and am tempted to stay longer.
Forbid the thought of the result
Of an extended stay in this such state
of existence