Numb

numb. the ecstasy of my sorrows withdrawn, I run a little bit further, down the windy path, through the forgotten forest to where I am in solitude. this agony is sufficient bleeding dry, I can see my bones bulge- and I'm all alone. But aren't we always? Alone in our own thoughts Alone when you fight with the demons Alone and surrounded by life The clock stops- my heart beat is redundant I'm running out of time It's a harsh reality, a severed heart swallowed by desolation