17 August 2012
Inside my chest is a cavity, There is no heart to beat, Just a scar, an unhealed wound, Without movement, life or heat.
An empty chest without a heart, I feel no love or hate, To go alone without these things, I tell myself, is fate.
Upon my chest: a ragged scar, The wound that caused this void, I wonder if this makes me not- A normal humanoid.
My body's still; no pumping blood, To you it might seem strange, But I have lived this way for years, Years without that change.
With No Heart. • Opuss № I