Dislocated emotion of warmth, faded and worn out, pushed away and abused... where have you gone? Why must you fear me? I do not hold you dear when I have got a hold on you, I must admit. But now that I am diving away into a sea full of emptiness I wish I could have you deep in me, clinging into places you aren't allowed near. If you decide to return, I might not notice, but you'll ease this pain. I could personally care less and abandon myself, after all, it is your conscience versus mine, which I obviously lack.