I don't have a name.
That's worth mentioning,
As when you meet a new person,
You forget their name.

I don't have a face,
Which will embed into your memory,
You'll forget me come nightfall,
Just a bitter sweet dream.

I don't have a body,
That you want to get your hands on,
And although I have a figure,
It's nothing unique.

I don't have a brain,
Which would support even me,
I don't enter competitions,
Of math or memory.

I don't have a soul,
That's worthy of heaven,
A dark angel am I,
Falling form the sky.

I do have a heart,
Although it may not beat,
The blackness and the holes,
Memories bitter sweet.

By Siobhan
Date: 19/May/2004