Torn

The heart urges me to feel and despite my endless searching all I feel is nothing The mind urges me to see Yet despite my many attempts all I see is darkness The forbidden part of me urges me to taste But despite my continued seeking all I taste is blood The voices in my head urges me to hear Only despite my constant straining all I hear is silence The breath in my lungs urges me to smell Although despite my unceasing tries all I smell is death The heart urges me to feel, but the numb do not feel. The mind urges me to see, but the blind do not see. The forbidden part of me urges me to taste, but the broken do not taste. The voices in my head urge me to hear, but the deaf do not hear. The breath in my lungs urges me to smell, but the dead do not smell.