XXVII
I am the walking dead,
Heart cast in stone.
No longer ruled by emotions;
Boundary formed of pure green light.
Flesh or mind touch;
Either one or both ignite.
Leaving behind the ashes;
Of once precious life.
Live a life of constant strife;
Hope sparking in a refraction of light,
Reflected at me off the glimmering—
Blade of your knife.
You lash out,
Steel pierces straight to my heart.
You foolish being;
Don't you know...
You cannot kill what is not filled with life.
