Imagine a song:
emotionless and bleak
The notes hum through the speakers, and I can't hear the words they sing.
My ears are weak.
Instead of sound,
they smell.
You ruined the music, and you left me in hell.
You said it was a beautiful place to be.
Do you hear the emotion in your voice as you speak?
I can smell the putrid monster in my sleep.
I can't feel what it's like to be free.
I can't feel what it's like to be heard or seen.
My apartment reeks with the smell of garbage and resentments.
I can't hear the humming anymore, as I reach to touch the silver lock on my door.
Maybe you'll come over to confess.
Are you able to hurt me less?
I can smell my heart rotting inside my chest.
After all you said: "this is for the best."
