As I roam freely,
I feel the emptiness.
As I run into the harsh wind,
I feel no resistance.
Only now I know what it feels like,
To walk through walls.
Only now I feel the curse,
The curse of infinite loneliness,
I sometimes look back,
Scavenging for memories I now dearly miss.
Memories, like the warmth of the sun beaming against my face,
To be with the ones I now miss the most.
Only now do I know how precious emotions are,
Happiness, sadness, relief, even pain.
I’d give anything,
To feel them once again.
I’d rather hurt, than feel empty.
I’d stab myself, just to feel normal, once again.
I’d rather jump off a cliff, to feel gravity.
I’d give my life, to break the curse.
The curse, of life after death.