Locked,
By self consent,
Behind a door; in a room,
Blocked by thoughts;
consumed by delusions.

Groomed, gently and slowly-
Mimical of a lover to another-
By sly, rough hands that
Are invisible to the eyes,
But alive and real:
They can be felt,
Since, here, in a shell,
Sealed from everything,
I am, only being able to feel
How I already stopped being.