I Can't - SCP Foundation

I can't feel your hair, the river streaming down

Out of your head and into my open lap.

It once was such silk, always soft to feel,

But now so sparse and wired.

How frayed, such disarray.

I can't feel your face, the mask so perfect

Upon your head and kept so flawless.

It once was porcelain, almost mystical,

But now so torn and broken.

How cracked, so out of place.

I can't feel your hand, a thing so fragile

That it might break if looked at wrong.

It once was dainty, so delicate,

But now so bent and shattered.

How singed, so pulverized.

I can't feel your touch, something I've loved

Ever since we had once met long ago.

It once was stimulation, exhilarating,

But now so gone and so far away.

How far could it possibly be?

I can't feel your pulse, the thing I miss most.

I can't feel.

I can't.