How have I become so cold,
so angry, so deceiving?

My heart no longer beats.
Ashes flow through my veins.
Barbed wire encases my soul.

The wall that had once crumbled
regenerates like a resilient starfish.
An iron door with no means of entry.

I live,
I eat,
I breathe,

without purpose.

My inhibitions fly away
like bits of burnt paper.
My emotions are deadpan.

I turn my nose up at
the cries of the wounded.
I scorn the garish light of day.

My heart has grown cold.
My veins are bloodless.
My soul is null and void.

How have I become so empty,
so frigid, so cruel?

How have I become
so heartless? 

The End

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