Desolation all around.
There is no comfort to be found.
Life goes by in seeming slow motion.
Everything is void of emotion.
I carry with me in my heart.
A joy that has been ripped apart.
Ease of speech and tender touch.
These things I shall miss so much.
As I lock inside this box my soul.
And leave within it's place a hole.
I want no more to long for joy.
For this heart is not a toy.
It's broken now, a shattered shell.
Perhaps this way is just as well.
I'll not let another in.
I'll not risk the fall again.