The Empty Shell

My eyes,they gazed.They gazed at you with a lack of emotion as you handed me your heart.The silence i enjoyed ..Broken.Broken by a soft beating.Thump,thump,thump.Your heart beats in my hand.

Why would you hand me such a thing?Don't you know i ,myself do not have such a beating thing? But this here.. it is noisy.I want to rip it open,watch it bleed as it strikes its last beats.Why are you staring at me like that now?Your mouth is open,do not look at me that shocked.You could have known this would happen,stop looking at me!It was your choice to give it to me,you can not take it back it is mine now!So avert your staring eyes,they are burning a hole into this empty shell that i call my body.What are you doing? Take your hands off of my chest, i have told you .I do not have such a noisy and disgusting thing.Stop i say,i feel no pain.

You rip open my chest,but what do you expect to find?There is nothing there,just an empty space.You rip and tear at my skin till you find that empty space i have told you about,but what are you doing now?You take the heart i am holding and place it in the black hole,i scream in frustration.Do not put that disgusting thing in me,it is a burden !

You take a red thread and despite all my protests close up my chest,the beating of your heart is sealed within me.Emotions flood my head and i drop to the ground, i cannot fight this battle.The emotions are burning away my rotten existense.My skin once so beautifull starts to crumble,it cracks and slowly falls apart as my body dies with it.In several minutes all that is left of me is a pile of dust.Midst the pile lay your heart.still beating.You pick it up and do not even glance at the pile of dust that was once me as you stride away,leaving the fate of the dust to the wind that blows it in whatever direction it wishes.