I'll be alright, everything is good

I can't feel the pain, mostly I don't even think of it

Then I try

Thank you for the drink, but I have no hands to grasp it

The day is beautiful, but I have no legs to walk in the sunlight

The scene was warm and tender, but that part of my heart has been sliced from me

Honed steel draws pictures in my soul

I am filled with the blood that drives out the light

I can only stand and watch as you walk away

Am I standing at all? The world has been swept from my eyes

My throat is tight with what I don't feel right now...

I'm numb

Speech is halted, I have nothing to say

Whose ears would hear me anyway?

All your advice, all the falsified movements of sympathy

I burn your memory, blood red and darkest night

You have no face now, no name to cut my skin

I am satisfied with this emptiness, it is constant, which you never were

Take your blood back martyr, the screams tucked into your pocket

The tears you dropped will burn the floor beneath you, betraying

The ideals you grasped so tight

Look, the sun is dead in your heart.

Faded. Cold.