The flesh is cold and void of all it is to be human. A mask worn in a false attempt to walk among humanity. The smile you see hides that which truly lies inside. All that is known erodes from my consciousness leaving a blank slate and a heart of coals who's fire has gone out long ago. It knows no love, no peace, only darkness who's abyss I can't even fathom. Confusion replaced with certainty of absolute nothingness. I have become an empty vessel. There is no touch that brings warmth, no kiss which holds passion, no love that can find me, no soul that can guide me. I am simply nothing and lost forever.      

By Matthew branton