I no longer feel any pain
or even endure any loss
I was rejected by forces
no strings of expression

I am not blunt, nor dead
inside the isolation zone
I learnt to exist alone
on built stone edges*

I am not hurt in nothings
as I felt all these long ago
I am alive only as a soul tale
of vanity and ****** naivety

I wish I didn't hear the whisper
as a birth of angelic sounds rang
It was half past noon, the voice
*of alarm and confused premonitions