A Body Without Its Soul

Emptiness.

Inside and outside me.

Cool.

In this chest a heart beat...
Mine!

Now I do not feel anything!

Apathy.
Pervading quietly.

A soulless shell expects the day when such shape comes to life...
A semblance of life, at least...

But what I feel is...
nothing but emptiness...

A shell that walks,
breathes,
survives...

But still a shell...

My soul is dead...

Buried under the rubble of my pains...

Only Love, perhaps, can give back his throne...

MAYBE one day...