Motionless, emotionless
My soul is a numb shell
Ice cold, lukewarm like tepid acid
I could bleed and I wouldn't notice
If hell froze over, would you be there?
As tears become icicles on my face
I look to the skies, their cloudy wisdom
All rebuke me, land and sea
This rotting corpse is still breathing
Can't you hear it screaming?
Begging for mercy,
Release me from this torment
Dear God above, save my soul
For compost or gold, it's all the same
To me, but it's worth more
Than my tormented remains
The tatters of one once strong
Are all that's left.
My soul is a numb shell
Ice cold, lukewarm like tepid acid
I could bleed and I wouldn't notice
If hell froze over, would you be there?
As tears become icicles on my face
I look to the skies, their cloudy wisdom
All rebuke me, land and sea
This rotting corpse is still breathing
Can't you hear it screaming?
Begging for mercy,
Release me from this torment
Dear God above, save my soul
For compost or gold, it's all the same
To me, but it's worth more
Than my tormented remains
The tatters of one once strong
Are all that's left.
© Alice Daley 2013
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