i am no longer happy..
like a ghost my face sits.
invisible weights cling 225 degrees,
as if a perfect and ugly treatment.
paralyzed to smile and glow,
permeable to loss and gloom..

with eyes ready to break,
i see never clearly,
always down and uninterested..

like first kiss my knees tremble.
to stand for a second is difficult,
to stand for more is battle..

cool moist on my hands,
like cream that benumbs.
that is it!
numb and never insensitive,
jaded to do anything..

and my human core,
working as if its last.
my pity to it.
thinking and confused,
not knowing when it'll learn..

at this moment I am dead..
at this moment my being weeps..