My hands perform as ghosts
As my eyes gaze through air.
Blue blood stands still,
Red cheeks fade grey.

I Am Not A Human Being

Can you touch me?
Can you feel me?
I couldn't feel your hands.
There is no oxygen,
And no movements,
And no being

Numb,
And Apathetic,
And Uninhabited.

I Am Not A Human Being

Where is that beautiful head?
For this mind is cast dull.
There is no wit,
There is no laugh,
And there is surely no tears.
Why, Dear Soul,
Why are my colors so raw?
Why is my heart so cold?
Why is this house so

Alone?