Gone from me is pain

Gone from me is pain
With each tear I weep, gone from me is pain,
and the eyes dry out in time;
Dragged from me is the skill to feel,
and numbness holds the heart.

The cold of void of all things fled,
the scantuary of icy soul;
Until each flame that sees its eyes
are frozen in their place.

The wells are dry from long un-use,
blood fills their bones instead;
The knife that stabs is unseen hands
that wound much more than heal.

Scars that adorn the skin and deep
are tears of a wounded soul;
That pain on himself must afflict
to further numb old hurts.

And soon the void is so full,
that naught else can fill it;
The flames that are only numbs the void
and become guards against healing.

--Casey Toh--