Numbing the pain,
Dark and cold, all around, to the touch.
Mindless monster, dead being.
Trudging on, unfeeling, numb.
A wreck of the past.
A wound on the world.
A chasm of despair.
The state of being, pain at losing life’s treasures held close.
Ripped from the arms,
Followed by the dark storm, the empty silence and coldness.
Piercing and digging like razors, sharp tendrils into by abdomen. Into my heart and core.
I feel nothing, numbness to pain that comes from its constancy.
Numbing my pain.
Bringing it in. Bringing it close.
Fully reckoning it.
Until that is all I am.
A numbed pain. Constant. A broken thing. A wound of existence. A storm of calm rage. Outside Alice, while dead inside.