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Monday, June 18, 2007


Emotionless Mannequin (poem by Kisae-chan, part of poem on description of avatar)
Here I am,
at a funeral with very few people.
I don't know who they are.
Or who this is for,
But I'm surprised they even showed.
I look around,
and I see broken hearts,
torn apart,
now that their loved one is gone.
I want to reach out,
but no one hears me.
I want to try and feel what they feel,
but it's no use.
And yet I can't help but see people suffer,
while I stand here with no emotion whatsoever.
"Why? Why did Momma have to die?" I hear a little girl's voice say, sobbing in between breaths.
But everything's pitch black now,
and I try to let out a cry.
No matter what I do though,
"God" has only made me an emotionless mannequin.
A replica of what used to feel,
feel that feeling of pain and sorrow.

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