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Am I so numb?

As to see the death of a dear friend and not quiver

The stabs so deep

I can peer inside

And find the heart I surely am missing.

I am not frightened;

Desensitized, by my own will

To ashamed to touch myself

Whatever shall I find?

What is coiling around my heart?

That squeezes out my soul.

I have seen too many murders.

Too many casualties

To value the human condition.

White noise will echo inside

My hollow canals, they once cared blood

That pumped and fueled

What is now a mechanical tool?

Doing its job; not daring to attempt overtime.

How I miss the poverty that made me cringe

The starving corpses of his Jewish foe

All the truly undeserving innocence, that made me feel ashamed.

But with my television set to guide me,

 I will never cry again.