Dessicated heart, muted, hard and empty. It used to flow like a river but now the riverbed is dry and cracked. Dead memories fossilized beneath the surface. Disused, misused. Refused and tossed in the refuse.
Petrified eyes, dull and sad. Peril and pain trapped inside them like insects in amber. Unblinking, unflinching, unwanted moments in time preserved. Broken and stuck wide open.
Dilapidated brain, drained of pleasure and replaced with pain. Pickled and soaking in brine. Asemic thoughts frantically racing between spasming synapses.
Porcelain mind, painted with ash. Cracked open and split in two. Halves of the whole gently rocking on the floor. Patiently waiting to be still.
Soul and soma stuck within a waking coma. A corpse in cologne, A sweet aroma.