I Feel Nothing

When i think of the thing that brings me the most comfort,

I dig with a mental axe, into my heart in search of said comfort.

Endless abyss, an empty space, forever missing flesh

Amazing feeling of nothingness, ever present colourless shells,

Groping in the darkness, searching, hunting, seeking and finding what was left

Nothing!

A chain of uninterrupted yearning and madness, twisting and kneading,

Tying where something used to being.

Scarping at burnt feelings until it has neither trace nor origin. Like air

Acid tasting emotions urging meals to retrace their steps.

While I dedicatedly, religiously and pointlessly beat the chest,

Praying to the feeling: GO AWAY!

Then flies of unknown ancestors camped, mining the dark diamonds that was my heart

Fangs of nails and talons of teeth. Such dedicated tormentors.

A beast of cavemens’ age, refusing to leave with the cave men,

A lover of pain and darkness, finds a home here: my mine

Now neither beast nor darkness will give peace. But I wait for I know

Heart and heartache will eventually make the beating stop:

So I wait for the next forever or the next soon or for the next

Pleasant being with a well-organized beards

To render the final break to my tender empty mine