Nothing inside, it’s empty and cold
Feels almost like peace, but it can not be
…Peace is an emotion…
…That which I can not feel…
Enclosed in my own life,
Cannot escape, feel no need…for anything
Then-one emotion-panic-rising up alone,
Seeking a way out of this monotony
The emotions held inside my heart seek
Entrance to my mind and soul,
With the cold glint of steel,
I cut their bonds and they are released…
The price I pay for their freedom,
Is a scar-on my mind, my heart, my soul…my arm…
The sight of blood, the scent, brings back my feelings
And my love
For while held hostage in this cold cage of nothing,
There was indeed nothing, no love-a desolate place
Alone-amongst many
I fought to be freed, and I paid the price
Now tell me,
Was it worth it?
Or should I have remained forever a slave?
Panic saved me that day, or so I like to think…
Was my love worth the blood, Wise One?
OR would you rather the empty shell that I was?
Feeling nothing…
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