Like a broken machine do I sit,
arms wrapped around me like a ribbon,
clutching onto any remaining warmth.
Fear is gone,
leaving bitterness to gnaw at the empty space.
Once I stood so proud and strong,
now I lay upon the stone floor in agonizing pain,
trying desperately to break fee of this despair.
My father’s arms wrap around me but I cannot feel him,
my mother’s tears shower over me,
yet they evaporate in the heart of my anger.
Such trust, such love, wasted on traitors.
I close my eyes begging for light,
and am rewarded with the unending darkness.
The crimson elixir of life spills from its human made gash,
I feel the world blur, but still am not  able to leave it.
I thrash out at myself,
hoping to feel something, anything.
But there is nothing.  
In the mirror I see eyes of blue tainted by brown,
I see the beautiful mask above the shattered chaos,
I see the pretty ribbons of deception strung around the truth,
and I laugh.
I laugh until the tears of recognition glisten in broken eyes,
until there is no feeling, no want, no hope.
I laugh in my shallow depression of an unending maze,
and slowly drift in and out of sanity,
until once again, I am numb with disappointment.