How can I look into you?
Your just perfectly molded plastic,
Dried and empty.

I wanted you to be real.
I wanted your heart to bled for me.
I just wanted to feel again.

My veins to burn
At your every touch.
Your glimpses to give me meaning,
Set my soul a sunder.

And you smile
For that is all you can do.
Shattering last thread of my endurance
Without the slightest intention.

Ending my search
With a failing breath.
I'll walk dead.
Never to lift my eyes in hope,
For something beneath the skin.

I'll cut my veins
And dry my flesh.
So I can be happy too.