A silenced soul broods deeply
in the corridor of the body
in which it resides, hidden
from the world outside.

A broken heart lies bleeding,
drowning in its own wounds;
wounds inflicted by the words
of a careless mouth.

An atrophied mind sits uselessly
in the cranial cavity, watching
as the world around it passes
it by, never again to think clearly.

What could have caused these things?
What could have sent each portion
into their frozen states?
What, indeed, but lack of love...?