Dying in Absence of Mind and of Faith

Morbidly drenching myself in my pride,
Too distant and cold to let you inside,
Kiss me, kill me, I wont feel a thing,
No reason to love, to laugh, or to sing.

I hold myself guilty for being so numb,
Carelessly waving and shooting this gun,
I know that you hate this, I know that you cry,
But I cannot live this insensitive lie.

I may be a burden, I hope you don’t mind,
But feelings are something that I cannot find,
The Sun slips so quietly into the night,
How I wish I were it, so strong and so bright.

My sins are upholding the angst that I feel,
I desperately wish every smile was real.
Don’t try to tend, to help, or to care,
For I have no thoughts to discuss or to share.