Feelingless.

Nothing swims fluidly through my mind,
I know I am finally drained,
I am empty of guilt, gone are all my dark pleasures,
I'm full to the brink with my pain.

Only now it's not real, it's not searing and hot,
And it doesn't leave great welts and scars,
It just wilts in the water and crystal demure,
Of a dead flower left in a vase.

How I yearn to feel anger or sadness again,
But I'm numb where my feelings should be,
Yet still, I'm unable to open myself,
In case emptiness tries to engulf me.