The absence of feelings
Yet feeling the vast emptiness
Lashes deep into my soul
Leaving me directionless.

It's not quite the same.
The past and the present vary
Akin to heaven and hell.
Emptiness
Not tantamount to an empty cup,
More of half-filled.
Pain
Doesn't spill blood
But open veins with searing "heat".

I'm confused with who I am
And what I'm supposed to do.
Where am I
And
Why am I here.

A maniac released from its chain
Would never be quite the same.
For the pain that once seem to make me go insane
Is what that's keeping me alive instead.

(C.C.)