empty

The empty touch feels the wounds but doesn't care.
A loveless passion that goes around but ends nowhere.
The faceless walk among those who are real.
A souless body that breathes the air of angels but has the tongue of the devil.
It's fake eyes burn your skin but never gets under it.
It's arms so strong and ready to hold you tight, til you gasp for your last breath.
It chooses the art of seduction to devour your energy, what's left of you has been mutilated.