Modern Emotion
Somehow I feel nothing
It's almost amazing
To devoid of anything with emotion
Really!
My heart? where is it?
My pulse? I never had one
I'm Dull
I'm Dying
I'm dying again, and again
My box with of paper and meaning
The orange light at night
Starring through my age old glass
It's Dull
It's Dying
It's dying again, and again.
Copyright © Sarah Mullan | Year Posted 2012
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