Beat on my chest as you would beat on an empty oil drum
Feel the echo vibrate through me. No life. No feeling.
I look out on this world as a stranger would. Looking for a place to blend in, to be not so visible. Not so unusual.
I have no heart to give anymore it is lying in pieces around my feet as if it had been a jigsaw puzzle tossed into the air and left to deal with the consequences of the cement it crashed and splintered on.
Hiding myself behind the pieces, which side should you match, can you put me back together
There is no string to pull on that will bring all of the pieces together right side up.
I am hollow, a tinman without a heart beating in my chest as proof that I am alive