My soul is empty
Alone
Distant
Extinct
No longer y own.

Extinguished
Like a flame
Of a candle
On a windy day.

Forever lost
Forgotten
Never replaced.

I am barren
And bare
Hard
And cold
Never to be saved
Or loved
Or hated
Or anything
I'm nothing
I'm foreign to myself
I'm dead
But living
And breathing
My heart still beating
Though no heart exists.
I lingure here
Waiting....
To be no more.