The inability to feel
Pleasure, pain, remorse
Insanity I call it
And let it run its course

Forever shutting out the world
Destined to be stag
Disconnected from myself
I only have this bag

The little bag of burden
Which I am forced to call my soul
Carries around forever
Its inability to be whole

Wishing to be forgotten
The little bag feeds me lies
Murky its reassurance
Only to fool the eyes

Toted around all eternity
Like a tumor on my back
It handicaps my pathways
To the emotions which I lack

2005