Photograph of misery.

All there is left are memories,
Here, lying on the floor,
With pieces of me.
For the first time,
I've felt so dead,
Ripped apart from nature.
There's no sense in this place,
No cold feet, no rushing warm blood.
Numbness is in my skin,
Its in the air.
There's no flickering light,
No light at all,
Where I lie right now,
There are no lies, and promises.
Kept in, kept far away from me,
From where no one has ever been before,
This place,
I've never read of, never heard of,
And I lie here still,
Awakened by surprises,
I stay here, and my heart isn't beating.
There's no coldness in my skin,
Nothing but numbness in the air.
A capture of misery,
In cell, there are no bounds,
I walk free, but I lie still.
Scared to make a move,
Scared to feel something,
Scared, to make it feel real.
It would start feeling real,
And then the gasps for air,
Reaching for your touch,
Crying until you calm me down,
And screaming until my throat dies up,
These thought keep me scared,
And I wouldn't move an inch.
There's no cold in this place,
There's no flickering light.
Its me and this misery,
Of the scratches walls,
The cries of setting free,
There are no bounds here,
Just numbness in the air,
Deprived of every feeling.
A photograph of misery.