An episode is playing On the tv screen At the end of my bed. I am looking But not watching. I am hearing But not listening.
Down my arm is a little red stream It feels warm and soft. Is this what the inside of a body is suposed to feels like Mine feels cold and hard Icey and cracked.
It is red and cracked But it doesn't hurt. That crack is crying instead of me Tears of red colour are running down my arm. It burns when I touch it But it doesn't hurt.
Where did my feelings go Where did my love go Where did my live go Where did my life go
I am just an empty casing Full of blood Without feelings Without love I am just an empty casing