"Numb.
The feeling flows through me.
Could you even call numb a feeling?
I'm not quite sure..."
Chills wash through my veins.
Cold fingers,
Writing down words,
And drawing out emotions.
Ink bleeds out of my pen.
Softly dripping down the paper,
Falling,
Emotions sucked into the page.
Tears fall from my eyes.
Staining the letters,
Marking them up,
Addicted to the words.
Small breaths of icy air.
Strange that the feeling of cold is so warm,
When everything else,
Everything else is so damn numb.