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I'm so cold..

I feel prone to sickness.

Nothing feels good,

without you.

I've tried so many times,

over and over again.

Running through broken and shattered memories,

trying to put together...

what seems to have been lost.

But there's nothing there anymore.

No dreaming desires,

suffering or pain.

I'm numb to the bone.

But it's just the way they made me..

fallen porcelein off a shelf I sit on,

deciphered by how and what way I look.

Don't be fooled by this new appearence,

its just the way they changed me.

I tried to live by what they said..

but a realization came through too soon.

If only you knew...

what you've done to me.

If only anyone knew.

The recollections in my mind,

somehow cannot be traced.

but now all I know...

is you.

Don't run like the others,

back into oblivion where I cant find you.

I didn't want this.

I didn't choose this.

Its what they chose ..

to make me.

Its the way the operation made me.

Sharp metal needles of inspirational oddities,

surgical face will mask your hidden identity.

Rip my heart out.

and call it a day.

Screaming silent cold metal,

strip me down of my life,

throw it away.

Press my face against the metal of the world,

falling through a broken shattered mind.

Memories leak from my veins,

I may be empty,

but not close enough to fall,

not yet.

I wont forget.

I cant.