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.
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