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Make me human again.
The cuts of heartache are the deepest.
Well I have so much scar tissue
I have lost all my nerve ending.
from being snared in the illusion of never endings.
Every now and then I ache.
a desperate ache of despair.
overwhelming emotions of severed relationships.
Where It seems are history has been erased.
It all was just wasted time.
Turned me cold and alone.
I fortified my heart keeping everyone out.
including myself.
I disregard feeling.
and spit venom at anyone in my presence.
In hopes I can cut them as deep as me.
My eyes dilate at suffering I inflict.
I am the karma collector of young hearts.
Its amusing to to afflict someone with my charm.
then tear their insides up.
Creating scar tissue that void feeling.
Just like me.
Yet deep down, I want to gain feeling again.
and wash away my pain, and replace it with new skin.
that isn't torn and hollowed tangent flesh.
Replace this exoskeleton made of what was left of my broken heart.
for I am a reaper of hearts, I confess.
Just please, make me human again.
