Taciturn...

My hands go numb,
To savour the heat within.
Every bleeding beat,
Sucks the salty tear.
Awe, i know not,
Whine, i voice not,
Move, i make not,
For the pain, i endure.
Veiled, a past so dead,
Stinks in its grave;
Conjuring up voids,
I fill in vain.
Heal my psyche,
By light, of its own;
Feeding my senses,
The oil that burns.
Screams silenced,
Jerks unnerved,
Life returned,
In the puree undrained.