Emotion
This wet thing that I don't understand
This unobserved sensation
Supplied for on-the-spot demand
Deadened bodies decaying
Oh rot sweet flesh
Rot so fragrantly
Rot so that my mouth waters
To taste blood again
But is this emotion?
Or is this the sweet agony we feel?
We who are numb to anything physically real?
Can we not be ripped apart?
No, for we have no wounds unhealed
On nonexistant hearts














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