ȿhe ωho ɨs ϵmotionless

ȿhe ωho ɨs ϵmotionless

who knew a happy mask could be so healing?

who knew it could throw away the pain?

who knew my emotionlessness could be freeing?

who knew it would hold the key to life?

inside, i know i'm being bad...

i know emotions are supposed to be a gift...

but better to feel nothing than to

hurt as though there is no relief!

better to thrust aside any weakness

better to chase down perfect flawlessness!

who knew locking myself up could be release?

who knew it could be so lovelyly safe?

damn those feelings that keep me in fetters!

bondage no longer holds my hand

for only good things come to

she who, at very long last, is emotionless.

The End

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